Chapter 115. Dongzi, forgive me

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The moment Beichuan Si stepped into the courtyard of the residence, the warmth stripped away from his body, and an eerie chill penetrated his bones, making him instinctively shiver.

The courtyard was paved with gravel and featured a small pond; from Beichuan Si's perspective, he could also see the cherry blossom trees planted below.

`Is it already spring? Will I be able to see cherry blossoms one more time?`

Beichuan Si couldn't help but think.

But without entering the Japanese-style residence, all was moot.

Clutching his backpack tightly and with a hint of cold light flickering in his hand, he steadily ascended the steps to the front door of the residence.

There, on the somewhat decayed wooden door, was a symbol.

A chrysanthemum pattern, painted with white paint that had mostly flaked off.

Seeing this pattern, Beichuan Si instinctively took out the key Magong Dongzi had given him.

The pattern etched onto the flat key handle was the same as the one on this door.