Changle Town

Zhao Shuning had already been gone for a long time.

That letter was written last night.

"I don't know if that letter full of sincerity touched Luo Qiu or not."

"Whatever. Now that everything is back on track, I can finally do some things of my own."

The first thing that came into Zhao Shuning's mind was this.

It was to return to the house of the Marquis.

He wondered how Luo Hao and Ye Qingluan were doing. Did Ye Qingluan forgive Luo Hao?

However, Zhao Shuning had to have some fun on the way back to the manor.

Now, she wasn't Luo Xiayan, she wasn't Luo Qiu, she was just Zhao Shuning.

They walked on.

When you encounter something new, stop and play for a few days.

It was almost spring.

The weather slowly became warmer.

As Zhao Shuning walked on the street, she didn't even need to wear her fluffy clothes anymore.

"Miss, it's a sweet man made of dough. Would you like to try it?"