Harboring unsettled doubts, Lady Li returned to her room to embroider. Duan Chaolu, feeling bored, went to her own room for a nap, only to dream once more of that haunting night.
A tall figure drifted outside her window, eavesdropping, pressing itself against the pane to peer into the room.
The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. Her heart pounded, and then, suddenly, a slap landed on her face. Duan Chaolu shrieked and sat up, only to find her mother sitting on the edge of the bed with a solemn expression.
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