Li Xianyun stepped out of the east wing room.
Youlan quickly took the thick cloak from the wooden rack and followed her out.
"My lady, it's cold outside, please put on your clothes."
Li Xianyun stood under the eaves, reaching out to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.
"No need, this consort will go in after standing for a while."
Her small hands were fair as lard, and the snowflakes felt chilly on her warm and soft palms; they turned into water stains in an instant, sticking to her hands.
Li Xianyun had loved snow since she was little.
Especially a world covered in white snow.
After a heavy snowfall, everything was blanketed in white, hiding all the filth and dirt.
From the ground to the rooftops to the trees, and even the distant sky, everything was wrapped in silver-white, pure and pristine.
It was mesmerizing.
