Night fell.
Because this courtyard was situated in a secluded corner of the Luo Family Mansion, the moment darkness descended, the surrounding area grew silent and still.
Standing on the second floor, one could see the dazzling lights deep within the Luo Family Mansion, accompanied by faint sounds of distant revelry carried over by the gentle breeze.
This only accentuated the cold desolation of this little courtyard.
Just like Luo Jingting's place within the Luo Family — dispensable and disregarded.
In this peculiar silence, Xue An sat by the second-floor window, his expression calm, as though waiting for something.
Wen Muling and Luo Jingting didn't dare to ask, merely standing silently to the side, patiently waiting.
Finally.
The faint sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard, carrying far in the stillness of the night.
Then, the footsteps stopped at the courtyard gate.
These sounds naturally caught the attention of both Luo Jingting and Wen Muling.
