The cold storage door opened and closed.
Nalan Ye Jue tightly held the Crystal Ball, took something from the study's safe, and headed towards the garden of the old house.
He still remembered that surveillance video he had watched countless times.
On the night of the wedding, Qin Xin lifted the hem of her white wedding gown and lightly walked towards the garden corridor, reaching a surveillance dead spot... and then never returned.
He stepped slowly along the corridor, following the path that she had walked.
Then he turned around the corner, reaching the spot not covered by surveillance.
Under the cold moonlight, holding the Crystal Ball, he clenched the object taken from the safe and chanted silently.
Moments later.
The Crystal Ball's brilliance surged!
In an instant, a towering gate opened before him!
Nalan Ye Jue's breath stilled.
His eyes slightly reddened: "Little wife, sorry, I'm late."
