She lowered her head and looked at her fair, delicate hands, sighing softly to herself.
The bloody scenes from her past life seemed like they happened yesterday, and yet felt like they belonged to another world.
In her past life, her world was dark, yet also blank, unlike the vibrant colors of this life.
"Miss Shen, we've arrived."
Old Tang stood outside the carriage and called out a reminder.
Shen Qinglan suddenly returned to reality, realizing they had already arrived at Xing Kang's house.
She quickly rose and stepped down from the carriage, bending slightly.
Although there was no snowfall today, the wind remained bitterly cold.
She gently clenched her hands and tucked them into her spacious sleeves.
Over there, Old Tang had already knocked on the door, with Qian San standing behind them carrying the year-end gifts.
This time, it was still Xing Kang's wife who answered the door. Upon seeing them, she suddenly broke into a warm smile.
"It's you two, come in quickly!"
