Why did he want to laugh so much upon seeing that the young master had been refused entrance for no reason?
Second Qin turned his head to glance sullenly at the black-clothed guard. The guard had on a poker face, even if he had long been cramping up from laughter on the inside…
The little stoic swaddled herself in her covers but tossed and turned sleeplessly for the entire night. She stepped out of her room while yawning and immediately glimpsed Second Qin, who was standing inside the courtyard.
To her surprise, it had snowed after she returned last night. Second Qin had draped on a white fox-fur cloak and just stood among the boundless snow, his fine black hair looking like splashed ink and his thin lips pressed slightly together. When he turned his head to look towards her, that moment felt as if it were a lifetime ago.
It couldn't be that this person had just stood on the veranda the entire night after being booted out the door?
