Qian Xingzhi felt she must be seeing a ghost...
Qian Xingzhi felt she must be seeing a ghost.
Her blood seemed to freeze solid, and she stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move.
She had traveled all night—how could Lu Yu have seen through her plan in a single day and tracked her down so quickly?
With such heavy snow, she had thought the tracks would be covered.
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