C190 The Calculations of the People of Plum Blossom

The night breeze was chilly, causing a wisp of Mo Bingmei's hair to float in the air, slightly blocking her line of sight. She gently lifted her hand to put that strand of hair behind her ear and continued listening to the conversation of Cao Ang and the other two in the room. Her face was covered with a black cloth, and she was hidden in the shadow of the roof ridge