Zong Xia, who was lying in bed and sleeping in a daze, was awakened by a cold wind. He shivered with the cold and looked at the window with his eyes narrowed and dissatisfied.

the tightly closed windows before going to bed are open for some reason. The cold wind blows the curtains high. The shadows cast by the swing are a bit ghostly at night.

she frowned and complained that she had a hard time falling asleep. Is it because the window is refined?

Zong Xia slowly stood up and walked to the window, reached out to close the window again, but suddenly found a bunch of ghostly figures...