"Thud."
The noise coming from the small courtyard this time seemed even louder, accompanied by small groans.
It sounded like a person in pain.
Sunlight filtered through the tree branches and leaves, casting on Qinglian's delicate and charming face. It was a bit intense but not blinding. Could someone inside be having a seizure? Her small body turned, and she leaned toward the door to peer into the courtyard.
An atmosphere of desolation, with a few lonely planted flowers and grasses, already showing signs of withering. Even the small pine tree seemed half-dead and half-alive. The courtyard inside was quite large, and the sound seemed to be coming from the room at the very back!
As if guided by an unseen force, she walked inside in her embroidered shoes.
"Hello, is anyone there? If someone is here, please make a sound." This time, her soft voice was tinged with fear.
