In the deep palace compound, the solemn and austere architectural style appeared exceedingly beautiful amidst the flurry of heavy snow.
Xu Yuan gazed at the vast expanse of white in the sky, walking alongside the red-clad woman by his side.
She seemed to have a fondness for the vibrant color of flaming red.
Instead of the loose red robe she usually wore, today she was dressed in a tight-fitting red outfit.
Xu Yuan cast a casual glance at her.
Without the bulk of the red robe, her figure finally had some contours.
Acting required immersing oneself in genuine feelings, then ruthlessly withdrawing them—entering and exiting, over and over again.
As a result,
when Li Qingyan noticed his gaze and stared back coldly, Xu Yuan merely chuckled and asked aloud,
"We've walked so far, can you tell me now what you wanted to ask?"
Li Qingyan stopped in her tracks, staring at Xu Yuan with slightly parted red lips:
"Chief Lou... has she already left the city?"
