At this moment, Xiao Wen was already standing at the gate of the siheyuan where Fang Liang lived.
A river crossed the street in front of the siheyuan, but there was no bridge directly in front of its gate; however, there was a stone arch bridge a few hundred meters away.
So, it was equally quiet here, with the water shimmering under the moonlight.
The siheyuan was enclosed by a wall painted with white ash.
Thinking for a moment, Xiao Wen went to the wall, swiftly flipped over, and jumped into the courtyard.
Fang Liang had not slept yet, and the carved window panes emitted a warm yellow light. His courtyard was exceptionally silent.
Under the faint moonlight, it was apparent that this courtyard was extremely elegant.
This place was naturally different from where Gu Zhixing's family lived.
Though it was near a bustling area, the nearby park made it appear more elegant.
The house was an old-style siheyuan.
