Fu Lanshen watched her retreating figure until she was out of sight before finally driving away.
The Situ Family's residence in winter greatly differed from that in the summer.
The rustic garden was covered in white snow, with red plum blossoms visible everywhere, emitting a faint, refreshing scent.
Occasionally, a few bird calls could be heard, quiet and tranquil.
Because she had visited the Situ Family many times before, Mu Qingli knew where the old lady's residence was.
She walked along at a pace neither fast nor slow.
It was at this moment.
With a "thump," a pitch-black object suddenly fell to the ground.
Caught off-guard by this sudden incident, Mu Qingli stopped and looked over to see a brightly feathered bird had fallen from a tree.
The bird looked a bit larger than ordinary birds, and right now it was struggling to fly due to its injuries, leaving a bright red blood trail in the snow.
In the snowy winter landscape, it was a stark and unsettling sight.
