Chapter 885: A Burial

In winter, the Bodhi Garden seemed to be in a state of dilapidation. Numerous servants, as well as the descendants of the Meng family, used to live here, and it used to flourish. But now, only a master and twenty plus servants lived here, and they couldn't even clear the courtyard of snow, leaving this place powerless to defend against the invasion of winter.

Meng Mingshu felt desolate. There were three charcoal braziers in the room, but he could still feel the piercing cold enter his body.

When Gu Shenwei appeared, he was emptily staring at those fiery red charcoal mounds, fantasizing about Xiao Fengchai's features and body. It was only after quite a while that he discovered that there was another person in the room. He abruptly raised his head, and his body started trembling violently. "Dra–Dragon King… You came here yourself?"

"Um. It's me. Did you find it?"