The green jade case.
The classical courtyard of Jiangnan's waterside added a bit of winter bleakness. The few snowflakes that had fallen on the pine needles last night had melted, and the cold light color of the rockery made the whole atmosphere seem even more bitter.
Shen qingyin was tied up and left in the courtyard.
In addition to the scratch on her ankle, she had also scraped the skin of her palm. She felt even colder as she fell to the cold ground.
"Goddess ..." She looked up at her.
However, Shi qinglan's eyes were still cold and clear. Shen qingyin, I'm not as stupid as you think. she said.
When Bo chicheng had noticed the problem with the White tea, she had been suspecting and testing him frequently. If Shen qingyin had not mentioned to her that she wanted to play the zither, and she had lied that she had long been infertile and that it was not because of drugs on the zither, Shi qinglan might have had a chance to believe her.