Xie Shu wanted to be alone for a while, and as a considerate Good Person, Chuzheng of course had to agree.
Chuzheng sat on the barely visible steps in the ruins, her face expressionless, wondering what this place had been like before.
Heavy Snow Night Moon.
The places where Good Person Card lived always had such pleasant names.
Just as Chuzheng let her mind wander, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the direction of the archway.
A gale swept in with the snowstorm, disturbing the peace here.
A group of people emerged from the midst of the blizzard.
Chuzheng remained seated, not moving until the people approached and saw her.
One of the men in the group, whose presence commanded authority, frowned slightly, "Chuzheng, why are you here?"
The man standing beside the authoritative middle-aged man, who was of similar age, cautiously asked, "Jun Family Head, who is this?"