Countless shards of shattered glass danced like the wings of butterflies, reflecting sharp glints of light before Young Madam Hou Tingfu's eyes.
As though a dream had broken, the peaceful and uneventful life she had been experiencing these past few days was nothing but a facade. Tonight, that false dream had completely crumbled!
With a deafening crash, the broken glass scattered across the floor.
The fragmented pieces of glass reflected Hou Tingfu's pale, stunned face, filled with terror and confusion.
She rushed to the window and peered downward.
She called out Yan Nanxun's name, but all she could see was the trampled bushes below. That tall, powerful figure was swiftly and skillfully vaulting over the walls of the Yan Mansion. Like someone fleeing, his form retreated into the distance, soon vanishing completely into the dark night.
Hou Tingfu gripped the window frame tightly. She had no idea what had just happened; everything felt too absurd!
