"Your Royal Highness." Gu Qingxue walked forward quickly, but she stepped on the ice on the stone steps.
Her foot slipped uncontrollably. Gu Qingxue's heart tightened, and she closed her eyes subconsciously.
The pain that she had imagined did not appear. A cold fragrance assaulted her, and then she fell into an embrace.
Gu Qingxue reached out and hugged the neck of the person in front of her. The moment Gu Qingxue opened her eyes, she met Rong Zhan's gaze.
"Thank you, Your Royal Highness. Your Royal Highness can let go of me now," Gu Qingxue said politely with a smile after feeling the strong arm at her waist.
Rong Zhan let go of Gu Qingxue gently. He took off the ink fox cloak and draped it over Gu Qingxue's body.
"It's so cold and snowy. Why aren't you wearing a cloak?" Rong Zhan felt something on his arm.
He did not expect the woman's body to be so delicate. It was as if her waist had been broken with just a slight break.
