Chun Tao tightly covered her mouth and cried out loud.
She gripped Wu Zhe's shoulders firmly. A wave of blood rushed to her heart, wrenching pain surged, almost as if her heart were being torn apart. She wished she could kill those who wanted to harm the Bai family.
She closed her eyes, but tears still flowed uncontrollably, her eyes hurt so much that she couldn't open them. She wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. Her rage was boundless, as if it would break through the heavens, yet the pain was filled with utter despair.
After half a cup of tea, Chun Tao, with eyes bloodshot, held the bamboo slips Wu Zhe had risked his life to protect. She followed the disheartened Bai Qingyan back.
The Duke of Zhen's mansion, with its green tiles and red lantern light contrasting with the white snow, was splendid and bright in the silent darkness. Yet, it was cold and desolate.
