After leaving the Xing Mansion, Shen Qinglan and Old Tang returned together to Shengxiang Restaurant.
By the time she finished writing the letter to Duan Yunfei and came out, darkness had already descended, and the cold wind swept through the streets, causing the red lanterns in front of each shop to flicker up and down.
Standing now at the entrance of Shengxiang Restaurant, she gazed at the increasingly silent street for a while before preparing to leave.
"Miss Shen," Old Tang walked out from the restaurant, "take an umbrella, it seems it will snow."
"Thank you!" Shen Qinglan accepted the umbrella and nodded slightly in gratitude.
"Will Miss Shen stay in town overnight, or return to the village?" asked Old Tang, "If heading back to the village, I can have Qian San accompany you."
"I'm not returning tonight, I'll head back early tomorrow." Shen Qinglan smiled faintly, "Tomorrow, I may come to Old Tang to borrow a carriage."
