At that moment, the sound of a copper bell rang out from afar, breaking the tranquility of the night. The sudden sound caused Ouyang Qian's expression to gradually stiffen. She turned her head to look, only to see a palanquin slowly turning around the corner of the street, heading in her direction.
The night wind suddenly became piercing, mixed with the ominous sound of the copper bell sweeping in from all directions. This wind seemed to carry a killing intent, dispersing the moonlight like water, blowing straight towards the girl by the well. Ouyang Qian shivered, and an inexplicable unease surged in her heart.
She stared motionlessly at the palanquin approaching closer, a deep despair appearing in her eyes. She knew she could not avoid the impending storm and could only face it bravely. Yet, facing unknown dangers and difficulties, the fear and sense of helplessness in her heart surged like a tide, nearly suffocating her.
