The calls seeped through the door gap, one after another. The voice wasn't very clear, coarse and hoarse, as if someone was deliberately pinching their throat to shout.
Mi Shu put down her pen, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around to stare at the door. She couldn't see anything, but she knew that thing was outside.
Compared to the courtyard, the room was much brighter. If she approached the door now, the candlelight behind her would cast her shadow on the door, immediately giving away her position. Mi Shu decisively blew out the two candles on the dressing table.
The next second, the light and darkness inside and outside the door changed. A vague shadow appeared on the upper part of the door paper.