Feng Wanchun raised her head. The rain on the autumn night wet her clothes and blurred her makeup.
There was coldness and sadness on her beautiful face. She smiled softly, turned her head and said slowly to Yahui beside her.
"Yahui, I will never let the Feng family's century-old foundation be destroyed in my hands, I won't!"
Yahui just looked at her quietly without speaking.
The rain is still falling quietly, but the graceful figure in the courtyard has long since disappeared!