Even under these circumstances, she opened the door cautiously, afraid that the biting cold wind would blow into the room and disturb the child.
Lin Xihe and Ling Shuang braved the wind and snow to hurry to the inn.
However, by chance, that person was out.
They waited quietly in a corner of the inn, and two hours later, the man finally returned.
However, no matter how they questioned him, the man insisted that this was the information he had obtained from the servants of the Gu family.
The man said, "The Gu family has secretly purchased many funeral supplies, but because the matter is of great importance, they are keeping it a secret and have only set up a small mourning hall in their own home."
Lin Xihe felt dizzy and disoriented. She didn't want to hear another word, so she grabbed Ling Shuang and turned to leave.
Lin Xihe staggered ahead, the snow on the road had melted into water, soaking her shoes and socks, and the chill rose straight up from the soles of her feet.
The heavy snow continued to fall from the sky, swirling and scattering onto her shoulders as if to bury her.
After walking a few steps, Lin Xihe slipped and almost fell. Ling Shuang reacted quickly and rushed forward to support her.
"Young lady, take care of yourself. Tangbao is still waiting for you at home..."
"I'm fine... He's not telling the truth." Lin Xihe's tone was firm, but her body swayed slightly.
Lin Xihe walked back tremblingly. As she was about to reach home, her vision gradually blurred, but she could vaguely see a man standing in front of her door.
The man had his back to her, facing his own closed door, wearing a white cloak with a pure white mink collar that covered most of his face.
The snowstorm was so fierce that his footprints were completely covered by the snow, making it seem as if he had fallen from the sky.
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