Pushing open the attic door effortlessly, Ji Dantong headed straight to the second floor. Her footsteps echoed quietly on the wooden stairs, not loud but noticeable against the silent surroundings.
The hall on the ground floor of the attic was shrouded in darkness, with only the light from outside to navigate. But for someone of Ji Dantong's skill level, she could move smoothly in the dark just by sensing, avoiding any accidents.
As she ascended in the light from outside, Xu Ming's door swung open of its own accord with a slight creak, followed by a pleasant yet slightly cool voice...
"Come in!"
This familiar voice was indeed Xu Ming's. With permission granted, Ji Dantong hesitated no longer and walked straight into the room.
There, Xu Ming was cloaked in a thin garment, with her fair shoulders partly visible. On the round table before her were two steaming cups of fragrant tea, as if she had been waiting for some time.
