When leaves are carried by the wind and the brittle branch is lined with snow, then the first sprout of flowers, and the cycle repeats, two years effortlessly trickled by.
Xueyue rode her well-trained horse, Heiyue, tall and proud as she returned back to the manor. As the trees outside of her window matured, so did she. Under the careful care and guidance of the Li Family, she became an ethereal beauty. A lone flower hidden deep in the manor, blooming only for those who deserved to see her allure.
When she eased off Heiyue, the stable boy immediately came forward with a gentle bow. "Welcome home, Young Miss."
Xueyue lightly patted the combed mane of her spoiled horse. True to her predictions, the two years they had spent together was enough to form a loyal bond.
