Outside the window.
Jin Zhi carefully poked a hole in the window paper and looked inside.
By the dim candlelight, a woman could be seen half-lying down. The collar of her undergarment was loosened, hanging loosely off one shoulder, on the verge of slipping. In her hands, she held a yellowed, well-worn piece of paper, murmuring softly: "Fires of war burn across the skies, brave warriors march to the borderlands, where armored horses neigh and charge, halberds gleam cold against the sun, battle flags flutter in the wind, war drums shake mountains and rivers..."
Chapter 54