The door was tightly shut. The steward came several times with urgent matters, but each time Lin Yao's attendants turned him away.
It was already past noon when Zhao Wan Niang came out again.
Lin Yao gazed at the departing figure, his face dark. He thought of He Ping'an's emaciated appearance, silently cursed himself, yet couldn't stop his mind from wandering to darker possibilities.
Zhao Wan Niang still didn't know about their rebirth, so naturally she couldn't tell that Gu Lanyin's interest in her was far from a mere fleeting fancy.
The sky was overcast, not a sliver of light, as if rain was about to fall.
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