Shen Jingqi's heart suddenly contracted, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
He pressed his back against the wall, motionless, fearing that even the slightest sound might alert Cong Nanxue.
Moonlight streamed through the door crack, spilling onto the ground and forming a narrow and dark band of light. In this band, Shen Jingqi's shadow looked distorted and bizarre, seemingly blending with the silent night.
Cong Nanxue's voice echoed in the room again, tinged with doubt and vigilance. "Who's there?" Her tone carried an indisputable firmness, as if ready to face any potential threat at any moment.
Shen Jingqi silently rejoiced that he managed to hide in time. He held his breath, not daring to relax even a bit.
Once discovered by Cong Nanxue, the consequences would be unimaginable.
