In the pitch-black night, Duan Rong bypassed the patrolling government constables and secret agents scattered about, sneaking back to Jie Lei's old residence.
Duan Rong slipped into the dry well, knowing that Xiao Yu had keen senses and even the slightest rustle would make her tense, so she called out as soon as she stepped into the passageway, "It's me."
By the time Duan Rong reached the entrance of the secret chamber, Xiao Yu had already lit the oil lamp in the corner.
The dim yellow light from the oil lamp illuminated Xiao Yu's face. Having hidden here for days, her hair was a bit disheveled, her expression somewhat gloomy, and her eyes slightly red, as if she had cried not long ago.
