It was the last month of the year, after a snowstorm.
A fur-coated Gong Yan'er was sitting on the second floor of a building with a furnace. She held a cup of warmed spirit tea as she looked in the direction of the back garden. This was the only spot in the entire Meng Manor compound which allowed one to see past the back garden's wall. There, she could spot a figure sitting cross-legged beside the lake. That motionless figure was already covered in a layer of snow, making it resemble a snowman.
"Yiqiu." Gong Yan'er's heart pained for him. "You are already invincible. Sixteen years ago, you could slice open the void with one strike. You still have so much time ahead of you to cultivate. Why do you need to cultivate so arduously?"
Although her heart pained for him, Gong Yan'er also felt conflicted. Although Qin Yun allowed her to stay in the manor, she had never been given an official title. She wasn't even given the title of concubine, much less that of wife.
