The rain was still falling, and all around there was a sinister, deathly silence.
Liu Kun felt the cold wind seeping through the gaps in his bones, the old knee ailment from his early years of running a noodle stall began to throb with pain.
He looked at the person in front of him, his words coming out in a frantic, incoherent rush, "How is it possible? Isn't Little Girl Tong dead?"
The person before him just smiled faintly, a smile as captivating as a painting on silk.
Liu Kun remembered Little Girl Tong.
Lu Qilin, his cousin once removed, had two daughters and a son. His wife, Lady Lu, had nearly lost her life giving birth to their youngest daughter, who was therefore cherished all the more. Lu Rou, Lu Qian, and Lady Lu all doted on her, and although Lu Qilin was strict with his words, he also indulged his youngest daughter with an affection rarely seen in him.
