After leaving Hunter Zhang's house, Wen Chaoshen trudged alone through the ankle-deep snow, his hand holding the letter trembling constantly.

It wasn't because of the cold.

The first time he visited Lü Zhiming's residence, Madam Lü had given him some thick clothes. They didn't fit perfectly, but they were more than enough to keep out the cold.

The reason his hand was shaking was fear.