And Yan Sihan doesn't like having his sleeve grabbed, let alone having her use it to wipe her tears.
But she had done all these things; the only thing she couldn't do was hit him with the snowballs she threw.
Looking at the people in the courtyard, she commanded, "Get your spirits up and throw at him, reward for those who hit hard!"
As she yelled in a slightly delicate manner, the maids in the courtyard didn't dare to, instead casting their eyes on the Prince.
Xuemei, looking at the Prince's white, snow-like cloak, felt a sense of revenge; after all, it was the command of her lady.
She picked up a shattered snowball from the ground, squeezed it in her hand, cold enough to make one shiver.
She threw it quickly and ruthlessly, but perhaps she threw it crookedly because she hit nothing, and the snowball crashed into the snowy ground, raising a small hole.
