“Who’s there?” He Heng looked expressionlessly at that shadow. The flickering lamplight made as though his eyes had an additional light.
“Wang ye?!” The voice suddenly stopped, visibly frightened. A woman wearing a pale robe tied at the waist with red eyes kneeled in front of He Heng. A white jade hairpin was the only ornament in her hair, the thin figure kneeling on the ground seemed as pitiful as one could ever be.