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Outside, the fluffy willow catkins of early snow had turned into heavy goose feather-sized flakes.
This was Mu Qingli's first snowfall since her rebirth.
She stood joyfully spinning in circles under the vast snowfall.
The air was filled with her bell-like laughter, crisp and silver-toned.
Her fluttering black hair traced perfect arcs as it spun around with her.
Beneath those cascading locks, her face was breathtakingly beautiful.
Normally so vulnerable to the cold, the sight of snow made her forget everything.
Such a child she was.
Fu Lanshen watched her with warm starlight glimmering in the depths of his eyes.
After a moment, Fu Lanshen beckoned her, "Lili, come here."
Mu Qingli turned to look at him, her face expressing puzzlement, "Uncle Qi, what's up?"
"Come and get dressed," answered Fu Lanshen warmly.
Not until Fu Lanshen mentioned clothes did Mu Qingli feel the bone-chilling cold.
"Oh, coming!" Mu Qingli ran over to him.
