Jiang Baiyan’s temperament was strange, and Shen Liushuang planned to take this chance to observe him closely, guarding against him making any excessive move that might harm Shi Dai.

Standing at the railing of the terrace, she could keep an ear out for the movements inside the room, without making Shi Dai feel ill at ease.

With the wooden door as a barrier, the wind on the terrace could not blow into the private room.

Shi Dai drank down a cup of hot tea, the chill in her body faded away, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.