While she was crossing the Bridge of Helplessness, she was almost run into by an auntie hurrying home to avoid the snow. Just as the auntie was about to fall over, Xu Yourong extended a hand to support her.
It was only then that the auntie realized that there was a girl holding an umbrella on this snowy bridge. As she was saying her thanks, she saw the thin dress the girl was wearing and said in concern, "My lady is wearing so little—aren't you cold?"
Xu Yourong shook her head. Holding up the umbrella, she continued her walk through the snow.
As she walked from the Imperial Palace to the southern section of the city, she saw the familiar streetscapes from her childhood. When she crossed a stone bridge, she saw the overhanging eaves of her home and its walls that had clearly just been whitewashed.
Even she who so carefully guarded the serenity of her Dao heart could not help but feel a little disconcerted.
