Two hundred fifty-three. The dead lover

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The muffled sound of thunder seeped through the dense, gloomy clouds.

Under the overcast sky, newspapers wrapped in paper bags were whisked away by the wind, and passers-by hurried along in their simple, warm clothing.

Lu Li woke earlier than the previous two days. After washing up, he took his umbrella, boarded the waiting carriage outside the Baron's Mansion, and left Sailor Street.

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The surface of Agate Lake was no longer calm, and the bare branches of trees swayed gently in the wind.

A black boot stepped down from the carriage, followed by a tall figure. The whooshing wind lifted the hem of his clothes and ruffled his black hair tips. Lu Li slightly bowed his head and stepped into the manor.

The maid opened the door, and after Lu Li entered, it closed again, shutting out the chilling wind and the cold.