The wind was a little strong.
The snowflakes fluttered in the wind.
Luo Qingzhou was deep in thought all the way to First Young Miss Qin's residence.
The courtyard door was open.
There was no sound in the courtyard, nor was there anyone.
Luo Qingzhou knocked on the door and waited for a while. No one answered. Just as he was about to leave, there was suddenly a slap in the corridor beside the house.
Then, a girl's cry could be heard.
"Chanchan, I am sorry, I should not have stolen your candied hawthorn. I beg you, don't hit me, I beg you…"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The slaps sounded again.
The sniffing sound got louder.
The girl's sobs grew louder.
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment before walking in.
When he passed through the courtyard and came to the passageway at the side of the house, he saw a girl in a pink dress standing alone under the roof. She was crying and talking while clapping her hands.