Snow was beginning to flutter from the sky again.
Qi Qingyao felt a little cold, so she blew some warm air into her hands. However, her breath was not that hot either. She pressed her lips and smiled, looking at the tips of her hair as they began to freeze over.
The weather was cold, but she did not want to go inside.
That was the sight that greeted Jiang Yeqian when he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The girl sat on a red wooden chair, a fur coat embroidered with peonies around her shoulders. Her side profile looked calm, with an air of solemnity and loneliness, but her gaze was especially gentle as she looked up at the moon.
Before he realized what was happening, Jiang Yeqian found himself walking up to her back. Qi Qingyao turned around and their eyes met.
As they held their gazes…
Jiang Yeqian looked away awkwardly, saying in a low voice, "You didn't dry your hair. It's freezing over."