Although the situation was not very optimistic, Li Xin felt somewhat reassured by the letter in his pocket. In fact, returning to Dragon Capital was indeed an option.
A carriage slowed down after spotting Li Xin by the roadside. Li Xin waved his hand, the carriage stopped, and he boarded. The coachman shouted twice, flicked the whip, and the carriage clattered away.
The streets of Hedan were shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere due to various events, yet people were still busy. For ordinary people, life goes on no matter who dies.
Li Xin opened the letter, catching a faint scent from Christie. He couldn't help but smile, but the content of the letter immediately froze his smile.
"Return to Lirong immediately. Farewell if fate allows."
Li Xin was stunned for a moment, looked out the window, then back at the letter in his hand, eyes widening. It was Christie's handwriting; he turned it over to see if there was more, staring blankly at the blank space for a while.
