The blue bricks and ink tiles, dressed in red, are like the red plum blossoms blooming in the snow. I embrace the white snow and indulge in it, finally taking myself away from everything I left behind in my dreams in the world. Not far from the street, a man wearing a black mandarin jacket watched quietly. His face was cold, and his dark eyes looked calmly at the plum blossoms that were gradually engulfed by the white snow. After they were completely engulfed, he stepped forward and leaned down, gently brushing away the layers of thoughts that he did not want to reveal.
Hong Yu brought Er Erhong back to Hong Mansion. From then on, the door of Hong Mansion was closed tightly and no one was allowed to step in. He looked at the person in his arms with a faint smile on his lips.
Master, I can't tell... I really can't tell...
