Dawn was just breaking, the chill of late autumn condensing into white frost that blanketed the withered grass in the dilapidated courtyard of the Zhenbei Estate.
Qin Lie pushed open the creaking wooden door, and the icy air instantly poured into his lungs, bringing a bone-chilling clarity. He had not slept all night, yet there was not the slightest trace of exhaustion in his eyes; beneath their pool-like calm, a cold flame was burning.
"Heir."
Chapter 68