Finally, Ling Chuxi stopped practicing and kept her sword away. She reached out a hand to catch a falling snowflake and smiled up at the sky. She turned around and walked beneath the roof, picking up her snow-white fox before entering her quarters. On the other hand, Fu Chengyu stood rooted at the spot in the walkway, staring at the empty courtyard in a daze for the longest time. It was as though the girl's beautiful figure and her bright smile was still floating before his eyes.
When it was time for breakfast, Fu Chengyu went downstairs and saw that Ling Yichen had returned from a trip to town. There were two oil paper bags in his hands.
"You went out to buy something?" asked Fu Chengyu uncertainly.
