Xie Shuning leaned listlessly against the window, closing her eyes against the cold wind of early spring.,As soon as she entered, Zhou's face was pale with shock. "Thud," she knelt down before him, crying, "The Young Master drowned...",Xie Shuning was struck dumb with shock, her heart aching fiercely. Tears streamed down her face, soaking straight onto Wen Xueluo's clothes.。