C137 He is not dead

As soon as they returned, the doors of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion opened. It was a festive day today, yet there were so many guests in the afternoon. It was truly a strange sight.

Wu Pingmei stood in the middle of the hall, fiddling with the handkerchief in her hand. The smile on her face was getting wider and wider. She turned around and ran to the backyard to find the Fountain of Cold Spring