Twelve years had passed, but times had changed. The moon still shone, the old tree had sprouted new buds, and the old charm had given away to new clothes...
Her life had forever come to a halt that fateful winter.
Many people had forgotten how a woman named Yu Jiang once turned the Qinglong Association upside down.
It was time to remind them.
"Get some rest early; there are many things left to do later."
Ming Jing turned and left.
Eighteen watched her leave, lips pursed, wanting to say something yet hesitating.
As soon as she stepped out of the room, a cold wind hit her face.
Deep autumn was fading as winter drew near.
This winter wouldn't be any different from the past twelve winters.
It would still be as cold.
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"The weather forecast mentioned a cold front coming. Ming Chen, Ming Ti, bundle up when going to school today. Don't catch a cold. There's a terrible flu going around." Han Suwen kindly advised them at the breakfast table.
