The snow didn't stop. Snowflakes with ice grains cracked against the roof tiles.
She was looking at a wall outside the house, but Juan Bi could roughly guess that she should be looking in the direction of the guest courtyard.
No, or rather—
That Young Master Xia.
Young Master Xia, whom they had been thinking about, was standing motionless in front of a window in the guest courtyard, quietly looking in the direction of the main courtyard.
His charming phoenix eyes were as dark as ink and as deep as a pool.
A few snowflakes landed on his long green eyelashes, and there seemed to be a few tears on them.
His red lips curled slightly in an enchanting smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes. They were colder than the wind and snow, making the smile on his beautiful face seem more like a mask.
