When the wind blew the last leaf off the branch, winter quietly arrived.

Du Xiaoxian held a cup of hot tea and sat in front of the window, watching Xiaohei play around happily in the courtyard. After a troubled autumn, everything seemed to have settled.

It was getting cold. The old house of the ancestral mansion, surrounded by mountains on three sides, was warm in winter. Gu Guangxian and Fang Yaru had no intention of coming back. It seemed that they were planning ...