An Shimeng exclaimed in surprise, her heart pounding wildly.
It took her a moment to realize that An Yan was only looking in the direction of the telescope.
In a fluster, she quickly stowed the telescope away, stuffing it into a secret compartment at the bottom of the wardrobe.
Then she hurried back to her bed and pretended she had been asleep the whole time.
She thought An Yan would probably soon come upstairs to check.
When that happened, she would say she had been sleeping all along, and then her father and older brother would think that An Yan was making a fuss over nothing.
But as she waited, nothing happened.
An Yan wasn't as petty as her. Sensing that she was being watched, she had already figured out it was An Shimeng.
If she already knew, was there a need to seek further confirmation?
In the darkness, An Yan was intermittently flipping the thumb ring in her hand.
She always believed that legend was true.
