The bright moonlight fell through the window, scattering over the black box on the dressing table.
For a moment, the black box shimmered with a strange, ghostly glow.
Mingshu had a dream.
...
Mingshu surveyed the antique decorations around her, furrowing her brows in confusion.
Where was this place? Wasn't she at home, enjoying the air conditioning and binge-watching shows?
How did she end up here?
Was this a dream?
Before she had time to ponder further, she heard a loud cry.
Mingshu hesitated for a moment, then followed the direction from which the crying came.
The wailing grew louder, accompanied by several subdued conversations.
"Such bad luck! Just when I thought the hard times were over, it turns out to be a short-lived one!"