Jiang Feng found himself standing outside the door of Golden Carpenter's home.
It seemed to be the time when autumn turned to winter, as the leaves on the trees by the road were nearly all gone. Next to him, Zhang Chu had already put on thick clothes, dirty and drab in color, making them appear dull and gray. Zhang Chu stood at Golden Carpenter's doorstep, which was closed. Jiang Feng found it strange that Zhang Chu didn't go in but just stood there in front of the closed door, motionless.
Jiang Feng stared at Zhang Chu. His expressionless face just gazed at the door. He neither knocked nor left, with a weird look in his eyes that held an indescribable and complex emotion.
In Jiang Feng's mind, this emotion was sorrow.
But it was more than just sorrow.
Could it be that something happened to Golden Carpenter?