Chen Xia lived on the twelfth floor of Building Eight in Century New Vista, while Lin Qinghan lived on the sixth floor of the neighboring building.
Standing on the specially renovated rooftop terrace beside the railing with his eyes closed, he sent a bat silently gliding toward the brightly lit window on the sixth floor, its wings fluttering softly. Through the bat's eyes, he got a close-up look at Lin Qinghan.
"One, two..."
Tall and slender, Lin Qinghan wore a light-gray yoga outfit. Her supple waist slowly bent downward, her movements elegant and fluid, like a white crane stretching its wings beneath the lights.
At that moment, she turned toward the window. Her profile looked especially beautiful in the soft light, her nose high and straight, her eyelashes trembling gently like butterfly wings. In particular, when she bent forward toward the window, a deep cleavage was revealed.
Suddenly, Lin Qinghan stopped moving and looked up, her gaze seeming to pierce through the window as it locked onto the bat.
Lin Qinghan's gaze met Chen Xia's.
Chen Xia had nearly forgotten—Lin Qinghan was a spellcaster. Her Spiritual Power was highly sensitive; perhaps she had sensed something.
Lin Qinghan's figure flashed, and she instantly appeared by the window, but she saw nothing.
"Strange. It felt like someone was watching me just now, but there's clearly no one here... Besides, I'm on the sixth floor. Who could get this high?" Lin Qinghan opened the window curiously and poked her little head outside to look around before closing it and going back in.
She had almost thought someone was there just now, but on second thought, it seemed impossible. How could there be someone in midair?
Chen Xia, upstairs, returned to his seat and spread open his hand. A bat flew back into his