His lonely eyes were gentle, but his hands moved with even greater tenderness.
'A Lu Xiu like this…'
'…seemed like someone who had been abandoned.'
A strange pang of sorrow struck Liang Wan's heart. She couldn't bear to watch, yet she couldn't bring herself to look away.
'Yes, she must be mad,' she thought, 'to feel pity for a man who would one day slaughter people as if reaping weeds.'
This incomprehensible… pity.
Liang Wan rose onto her toes and reached out, cupping his reddened ears.
In the thick, falling snow, they were like two snow-carved statues, leaning on each other for companionship.
After returning that day, Lu Xiu requested another leave of absence. He had caught a cold in the snow and needed to recuperate at home. Gao Qian not only approved it but also sent men with gifts as a gesture of concern.
