Shi Nian had tried his best to lighten his steps, but the night in the mountain village was too quiet, and the stairs of the old house were too old. As soon as Shi Nian stepped on the staircase, the person upstairs heard him.
She heard his footsteps.
No longer elegant and composed, even Huangfu's rhythm was disrupted.
In the pitch-black staircase, there was suddenly another person. He stepped forward and grabbed her hand, squeezing it with some pain.
But immediately, a piece of cloth was tied over her eyes.
In such dimness, she could already barely see anything, but clearly he wanted her to see absolutely nothing.
She thought to herself: Does he want to isolate all of her visual influence?
