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It was late at night and Changchun Street was deserted. Only the red lanterns hanging from the eaves of some shops emitted faint light, adding a bit of warmth to the snow on the roofs and roadsides.
Wen Hao was dressed in black, walking lightly on the bluestone road where the snow had not yet melted. He stopped and walked, looked around carefully, and entered an alley next to a cosmetics shop.
The alley is long, narrow and deep, and so quiet that it makes people's heart palpitate.
Wen Hao stopped in front of a house and knocked on the door gently.
As soon as I knocked on the door, it was opened.
The woman inside the door looked anxious, grabbed Wen Hao's wrist and pulled her in.
As soon as she entered the room, the woman knelt on Wen Hao and burst into tears: "Second Miss, I never thought you were still alive!"
Wen Hao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he gently patted the woman's shoulder, pulled out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to her.
The woman stood up, took the paper with trembling hands, opened it and read the words on the paper in the candlelight: Lianxiang, how did my eldest sister die?
When Lianxiang heard this, tears welled up in her eyes again: "Second Miss, our girl—"
Wen Hao bit her lip to suppress the anxiety in her heart, and poked the question hard with her slender fingers.
Everyone in this circle in the capital knows that the second daughter of the Wen family in the Minister's Mansion was born mute.
Lianxiang quickly wiped her tears and started talking.
"That day, the son-in-law took the girl out and didn't come back until the evening. The girl went into the inner room and never left the room again. At night, Xiao He got up and found that the girl had hanged herself... Xiao He had accompanied the girl out during the day. The maid asked her what happened, and Xiao He said-"
Wen Hao stared at Lianxiang, waiting for her to continue.
Lianxiang's face turned pale. She took a deep breath and uttered the following words with difficulty: "Xiaohe said... the girl might have been molested by another man..."
Wen Hao supported himself on the table with both hands, and it took him a while to suppress his overwhelming anger. He pointed at the paper and then at his mouth.
Lianxiang understood what he meant, but there was no paper or pen at home, so she suddenly had an idea and took out a box of lip balm.
Wen Hao dipped her fingertips in lip balm and wrote directly on the table: "Who?"
Lianxiang shook her head, her voice choking with sobs. "I don't know who he was, nor did I see his face. I just felt from my brother-in-law's words and behavior that he was of unusual status... Then the news of the young lady's suicide spread, and before dawn, Xiaohe died for her master. I knew Xiaohe was being silenced, so I took advantage of the chaos to escape from the uncle's mansion. From then on, I lived in hiding on Changchun Street..."
Wen Hao's chest heaved, anger burning in his chest.
Three years ago, she escaped from the clutches of the Wen Mansion because she realized the dirty plans of her father and stepmother. She didn't expect that her elder sister, who was already married, had such a similar experience.
"By the way, Second Miss, three years ago, the Wen Mansion sent a message saying that you had passed away due to illness. How did you—"
Wen Hao dipped her lips in lipstick and continued writing: "Someone tried to harm me, so I ran away..."
Lianxiang covered her face and cried, "The girl was pregnant at the time. After receiving the letter, she couldn't go back. Later, she was heartbroken and had a miscarriage. At first, the son-in-law was quite considerate, but as time went by, he became cold towards the girl..."
Wen Hao listened to Lianxiang's story without moving until the candlestick on the table was filled with wax.
"Second Miss, where are you going? Why don't you stay and live with me? I will serve you from now on." Lianxiang chased to the gate of the courtyard.
Wen Hao shook his head. Since he couldn't speak, he didn't explain and gently pushed the door open and walked out.
The cold wind blew in my face, mixed with fine snow particles.
It started snowing again.
She turned around and waved, signaling Lianxiang to close the door and go back to the house, then quickly left the alley.
The wind was even stronger outside the alley, and it felt like a knife cutting his cheeks. Wen Hao was completely unaware of it and walked quickly in one direction.
The wind whistled in her ears, and the extreme cold numbed her senses. When she tried her best to avoid it to the side, the flying knife had already penetrated her back.
Wen Hao quickly turned his head and took a look.
In the wind and snow, a person with a blurred face gradually approached.
Wen Hao didn't bother to look carefully and staggered forward.
She fled back to the capital, but there was still too much to do and she couldn't die here.
But then, Wen Hao suddenly stopped.
A man covered with a black scarf came towards them, and the long sword in his hand flashed coldly under the snow light.
There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
Wen Hao took a step back, then stopped, raised his dagger and stabbed the masked man.
Since we can't escape, taking one away will be enough.
The smell of blood surrounded her and she fell into someone's arms.
The masked man hugged Wen Hao tightly and fell to the ground, with a flying knife piercing his back.
Wen Hao opened his mouth, and his thoughts froze for a moment.
Why would someone who was attacking her from both sides block the knife for her?
But she didn't have time to figure it out.
When the masked man was struggling to pull her up, the people behind her were already approaching.
The long sword fell, piercing the masked man's back and then piercing Wen Hao's heart.
The hot blood spread in the snow, like large blooming red plum blossoms, and it was impossible to tell whose it belonged to.
Wen Hao opened his eyes as wide as he could, trying to see the person lying on top of him.
He was covered with a black scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Those are a pair of beautiful eyes.
Who are you……
Before falling into darkness, Wen Hao's lips twitched as he silently uttered this question.
There was a noise coming from somewhere, getting closer and closer.
The snowflakes grew bigger and bigger, and soon they covered the two people who were lying quietly in a pool of blood on the snow.
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