C271 Then Whose Child Is She

The sun is still shining in the day. When night fell, there was a faint wind and rain. The wind blew the fallen leaves, spinning them in the yard. It brought along a chill, attacking the house from time to time.

On the way back, Tang Luo looked out the window and did not say a word.

She was holding a letter in her hand. The edge of the yellowish paper was empty