The windows made from shells allowed a dim and blurry light to pass through.
From the attic, one could clearly see everything in the hall below, but from the hall looking up at the attic, everything appeared hazy and indistinct.
This realization caused Leng Yu Yan's trembling heart to settle slightly.
However, Ye Yiheng standing in the hall was looking up, seemingly staring intently at the window, which made her somewhat nervous.
Beneath his eye veil, Ye Yiheng's handsome eyes narrowed slightly. The window before him was very peculiar—neither like paper nor like an ordinary gauze window. It had a lustrous sheen and seemed to allow light to pass through.
The ceiling of this hall was the Fuhai, with only the southern side being the attic.
And the attic was not made of wood, with windows that looked like they could not be opened.
Such design inevitably made him feel like someone was behind it.