He Could Not Use the Life of Nan Yi to Exchange for It

It was drizzling outside, so Feng Qingying brought Forsythia along to the Duke Changping's Mansion and met Shangguan Nanyi on the main street who was looking for her.

He was dressed in white and was holding an oil umbrella, walking towards her in the darkness.

Feng Qingying was wearing a lotus root color dress and holding an almond colored oil umbrella, standing at the same place waiting for Shangguan Nanyi to come over.

"Ah Yu, the sky is already dark. Where are you planning to go?"

Seeing Feng Qingying, Shangguan Nanyi's tone was extremely light, as he quickly walked in front of her.

Because it was raining, the night was much colder. The cold wind blew against her skirt, causing her to uncontrollably shiver. Was it going to be winter soon?

"It's cold outside, let's talk when we get back!"

Shangguan Nanyi wanted to hug her tightly, but thinking that she had already married into his embrace, he couldn't help but hold it in.