Tong Wuxiu, dressed in white, stood by the window and stared at the deathly silent courtyard. Her hands were clenched into fists and her nails pricked her palms in pain, but it was not a ten thousandth of the heartache. It has only been a few months, but things have already changed. Her thoughts drifted along with the snowflakes. If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't be living alone in the huge yard now. If it weren't for him, her smile wouldn't be as if time had gone by forever. Heaven is not old, people are not married, and this hatred will be paid to the willow in front of the court. Angrily, a hint of murderous intent flashed through Tong Wuxiu's eyes, and the coldness was overwhelming. Dan Fengmei's eyes suddenly filled with red as if stained with blood.