As soon as she entered, Zhou's face was pale with shock. "Thud," she knelt down before him, crying, "The Young Master drowned...",However, at this moment, thinking of Zhener, her steps grew faster and faster, she ran like the wind, her cloak trailed behind her, her hair flying in the wind, her shoes almost coming off.,A cold wind, like a sharp knife, pierced into his eyes, making him forget to breathe. Suddenly, he bumped headfirst into a cold chest.。