At the dead of night, a cool breeze slipped through a crack in the window, gently lifting a corner of the curtain.
From under the bed, the figure that had been crazily sniffing the shoe slowly crawled out.
The cold wind hit, and Ye Xian, who had drunk a glass of red wine before bed, slept restlessly, hazily pulling the quilt beside her to cover her stomach.
The moment the dark figure got up, seeing her move frightened him, causing the object in his hand to clang to the floor.
A sharp, chilling sound, similar to metal hitting the ground, reached her ears, and Ye Xian's ears twitched, her consciousness gradually clearing from the grogginess.
What was that noise?
A few seconds later, no more sounds followed.
Could it have been a hallucination?
Her somewhat groggy nerves relaxed slightly, only to feel her quilt move again, tensing up once more.
Why is there movement?
Was it a nightmare, or had someone come in?
