In the room, a flickering yellow candlelight danced endlessly in the breeze. On the wall, a slender silhouette was stretched long and swayed intermittently under the candlelight, giving a unique charm against the backdrop of the bamboo house.
A small crack was opened in the bamboo window, with purple flowers outside exuding a refreshing fragrance, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas on a warm day, making everything seem peaceful and serene.
At this moment, a huge shadow swiftly moved overhead in the clear night sky, bringing layers upon layers of clouds. In the darkness, the dense clouds looked ominous, as if a pressing black cloud was hanging overhead, creating an overwhelming sense of suffocation.
Soon after, the colossal shadow abruptly spun in the sky and disappeared above the clouds.
Inside the room, An Yiqing, absorbed in her book, seemed unaware of the strange occurrence outside, fully immersed in the content.
