Tang Beihe's Death 1
The next day, before the sun had even risen, Ouyang Xueqing's eyes snapped open amidst the darkness. Her mismatched eyes glowed sharply, the residual sleepiness was nowhere to be seen, instead, they were vigilant, wary and cold, just like a dangerous beast.
She propped herself up with her arms and struggled to sit against the wall, her eyes quietly calculating. The room she stayed in was a beautiful room with partitions to separate the inner part and the outer part which was used to draw appropriate boundary for visitors. The bed curtain was dropped loose, veiling the thick morning mist that was minty in the air.
The atmosphere was absolutely tranquil, the birds were still asleep and the sky outside the window was still dark. Ouyang Xueqing fumbled around in the dark to find her bandage and casually rolled it to cover her right eye, every single movement was done in silence, not even a rustle of cloth was heard.