บท 27: Chapter 27 I'm Not Your Little Wild Cat, You've Got the Wrong Person

Mu Yin carefully pressed against the wall, like a nimble fox, silently making her way upstairs.

Had someone been there, they would have seen a shadow flash by, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing, leading them to believe they had seen an illusion.

Compared to the second floor, it was even quieter here; it felt as if one could clearly hear the drop of a pin. The corridor windows were open, a breeze swept in, and the faint scent of ink wrapped around, soothing to both body and mind.

Mu Yin stepped lightly onto the carpet, stopping in front of the nearest door.

She reached out, twisting the doorknob, found it unlocked, her heart thrilled with joy; without a second thought, she pushed the door open—

But the next second, she froze solid.