Old Stuart returned to London that night in a hurry and did not leave a single sentence. The only thing to be thankful for was that he took the Count Wright and his daughters with him, but Chu Yun's dream of escaping from Dick's claw was completely shattered.

In late February, as we watched, spring was approaching. After the snowstorm stopped, the weather was still bitterly cold.

Young Yi sat in front of the fireplace with a pillow and a sofa not far away. Cao Yinzheng sat sadly in front of Chu Qiao complaining.

Intermittent, she did not understand, anyway Cao Yin from time to time with a silk handkerchief...