Qin Yin had not left the house for a month now, standing at the tower window each day, gazing outward, with no one knowing what was on her mind.
Nan Sichen continued to come home for meals every day, and the two of them slept together every night, yet Qin Yin no longer played and joked with him as she used to.
He always held her tightly with a pang of heartache but didn't know what to say, just hugging her tightly, both of them so wordless and silent.
In fact, even to this day, Nan Sichen still very much wanted to ask Qin Yin whether she still loved Jun Nian and why she kissed him in the first place.
But Qin Yin seemed distracted every day, and he ultimately couldn't bring himself to ask.
On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, a heavy snow fell all night long. With just seven days until the New Year, the entire Jiang City was blanketed in white.
