There was an opened letter on the table and an untouched breakfast.
Lin Banxia sat on the table in a daze for a long time, and finally tried his best to stand up.
She left the inn, thinking about her agreement with He Ruoxin, and went to the alley she had been to yesterday.
There was still heavy snow falling on the street, and even the air she breathed seemed to be filled with a layer of chill, so sharp and bloody that it stabbed across her throat.
It was such a dull pain, and for a moment it was so oppressive that I couldn't breathe.
But even so, even if it is difficult, I still have to come to the place I agreed with him and want to fulfill my agreement with him.
He could never forget the agreement between them.
He just promised himself last night. He made a clear promise to himself last night.
The old gentleman stood in front of the door and told her calmly that the portrait had been taken away before dawn.
Lin Banxia still had reason in mind and asked politely: "Does the old gentleman know where he went?"
The old gentleman shook his head and advised her: "Young madam, it's better not to go to General He. He... is also for your own good."
Lin Banxia pursed her lips tightly, slowly stepped back a few steps, bowed deeply to the old gentleman, and turned to leave.
She spent a lot of effort and returned to the small courtyard on the edge of Hangu Mountain.
When I opened the door, it was quiet inside, with no sound at all. The room was neat and tidy, just as it was when I left yesterday.
He never came back.
When he said he was leaving, he really left.
Never looked back.
Lin Banxia suddenly felt that she had lost all her strength. She could no longer walk. She squatted at the door alone, holding her head and crying.
She cried very quietly, for fear of disturbing someone, but she couldn't help crying because she was so sad.
No one wants to make an appointment with her, no one wants to watch the auroras with her for a lifetime, and no one wants to kiss her...
Not from the beginning.
It's all just an illusion he gave himself.
But why...
Why even the little bit of warmth she hoped for was just a lie...
Why did she go through so much trouble to come to him? Why didn't he find it difficult for her at all? Why could he just leave without thinking about how uncomfortable she felt...
She has never been afraid of life and death. Why is he afraid when she is not afraid...
"You obviously promised me, He Ruochen, you promised me." Lin Banxia hugged herself tightly, gritted her lips and teeth, and choked out indistinctly.
The footsteps approached and slowly stopped in front of Lin Banxia.
"If you don't come, he can live the rest of his life in peace. Once you come, Mr. He will have to find ways to avoid you, and he may die faster..."
Lin Banxia froze when she heard this cold voice, and slowly raised her head. Then, she saw the linen woman standing in front of her, looking at her calmly.
Lin Banxia moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat felt so tight that she couldn't speak at all.
As if she had grasped a dispensable ray of hope, with a soft voice, she repeated the question she had asked the old gentleman: "Do you know where he went?"
The commoner woman shook her head, pursed her lips, and said calmly: "Master He must have never told you how painful it is every time he suffers from cold poison."
(End of chapter)