Yun Bixue stood in front of the French windows. As she admired the snowy scenery outside, her heart felt still and peaceful.
As the white snow continuously fluttered down, she felt that it was all so dreamy and magical. It made her recall that many years ago, she had once imagined a fairy tale set in an icy world.
That year, she was 16 years old. Blooming into a sweet lady, she was full of positivity and anticipation. She indulged in novels occasionally and also had her own fantasies.
After everything she'd experienced, she was past the age of dreaming. However, looking at this beautiful landscape, she couldn't help but feel sentimental.
Just as Yun Bixue plunged deep into the memories of her 16-year-old self, Xie Limo arrived by her side with a set of casual clothes. "Take a bath first and change out of your clothes."
Yun Bixue looked at the casual clothes Xie Limo held out to her and smiled warmly. She took the clothes and went to bathe.
