Xie Shuning leaned listlessly against the window, closing her eyes against the cold wind of early spring.,"Young Master, shall I lead you back" Lü Nóng bent over and asked in a soft voice.,Xie Shuning, despite being frail, suddenly unleashed a terrifying strength. With one hand, he covered Wen Xue Luo's mouth, and with the other, he pulled a hairpin from her hair, plunging it into her throat with all his might.。