She silently got up, dressed herself, and opened the door. The guards outside immediately rushed in response.

"Miss Lin, the general has already ordered a carriage to be prepared. Is there anything else you need to pack? If not, we will take you back to the Lin residence now." The guard's tone was respectful but distant.

Lin Xihe was slightly taken aback when she heard this. She had obviously not expected to hear such an arrangement so early in the morning, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

"Where is your general?" Lin Xihe couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know," the guard replied succinctly and decisively.

"Did you see him this morning? How did he look?"

"I don't know." The guard maintained a respectful posture, but his attitude was clearly not as warm as before.

"I understand, I'll pack up and leave."

Lin Xihe returned to her room and casually tidied up her clothes.

After tidying up, she slowly looked around Gu Qinghuai's room, her gaze lingering on every familiar corner. She stood there for a while, lost in thought, before turning around, leaving the room, and getting into the carriage that the guards had already arranged.

Upon arriving at the Lin residence, the guard handed the bundle to a servant and then bowed respectfully to Lin Xihe.

"Miss Lin, the general asked me to tell you that you no longer need to attend to her illness."

As soon as the guard finished speaking, large snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky, which had been clear for the past ten days.

Lin Xihe looked up at the gloomy sky, snowflakes falling and blurring her vision. She didn't answer, but just watched quietly.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves rang out, the carriage slowly started moving, and gradually disappeared into the distance...