The day winter began, snow fell in the capital city.
Qi Yu slightly raised her head under the eave, watching the snowflakes fluttering down from the sky and caught one in her hand.
The cold wind blew and swept away the snowflakes that had landed on her shoulders.
She held the snowflake as if she couldn't feel the cold, letting the chilly sensation melt in the palm of her hand.
The scent of tea wafted from the house, but Qi Yu, as if oblivious, stood motionlessly amidst the heavy snow.
Song Ling brewed tea in the pavilion and, even after the tea had cooled, didn't dare to call her.
He had stayed at the Prince Qiu Residence for a few days and had rarely seen Qi Yu so preoccupied with her thoughts.
And these past few days, it wasn't just her; even Prince Qiu locked himself in his study every day, his face clearly signaling "do not disturb."
He sighed heavily, feeling that matters of the heart were truly baffling for those involved.
