The night grew deeper, and the covered corridor in the backyard was softly illuminated by ground lights, casting mottled shadows on the bluestone pavement.
Shen Niantang walked ahead with a light step, her skirt swaying slightly in the night breeze like a blooming white magnolia. She appeared to be admiring the scenery in the courtyard, but her gaze constantly swept the surroundings, searching for a possible escape route. The back wall of the courtyard was not very high, covered with vines; if she could find some leverage, she might be able to climb over.
Fang Yuchen followed close behind Shen Niantang with his hands in his pockets.
Chapter 120