Chapter 425

The man was always like this—constantly pulling strings behind the scenes, grinding the gears of others. It was no wonder no one liked him. … While things were tense on one side, Grace had already walked about half a mile along the narrow path. The farther she went, the stronger the scent of magnolia blossoms became. The snow was falling heavier by the minute, and she regretted not bringing an umbrella. After walking another thousand feet or so, she finally reached a flat clearing. There, she saw the magnolia blossoms. They were even more beautiful than the ones she had seen beside the ruins. She quickened her pace, planning to snap a few branches and leave. She had decided to bring some ancient calligraphy and paintings tomorrow morning to offer for the trade. But just as her hand touched a branch, she heard the sound of footsteps—someone walking on snow. The path lights dimmed. When she saw the familiar figure approaching, she was a little surprised. "Ed?" The man walked u