Chapter 239: People Will Die

After Gong Chen left, Lin Zhiyi leaned against a pillar, lost and devastated. The vast expanse of snow outside reflected her bloodless complexion.

She supported herself on the pillar and moved forward, under the newly hung red silk satins.

They danced in the wind, but she alone was as still as death.

Returning to her courtyard, Lin Zhiyi lay uncomfortably on the guest room bed with the new bedding providing no sense of security.

Eventually, she closed her eyes in a daze.

...

Gong Chen sat on the sofa, his fingertips resting against his forehead, his long lashes half-closed, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

"Third Young Master, you've returned."

Sang Ran approached joyfully, and upon seeing his coat draped over the sofa, she immediately, with a hint of wifely virtue, picked it up to smooth out the sleeves.

"I've tidied up the cloakroom. Shall I hang it up for you?"

"Mm."

Gong Chen responded absentmindedly.