Chapter 147 Story_1

The servants of Nangong Mansion rose and swept the snow from the front door. Lanterns were hung high by the young lad. Their fiery hue stood out dazzlingly against the pure white surroundings.

On the long, deserted street outside the front gate, Nangong Qin was lured by her first sight of that man.

The man in a white cloak was holding the Purple Bone Umbrella, with the moonlight reflected off the snow shining leisurely on it.

Behind him was a vibrantly blossoming red plum tree, its blood-like hue next to him created an image like an ink and wash painting.

Under the bright lantern light, his eyes were filled with melancholy.

"Miss, your hands are so beautiful. May I ask your name?"

In the moonlit snowy night, the young girl dressed in lively red had a clear, sweet smile. She lifted her small face, revealing an innocent, dazzling smile.

"Nangong Qin, my name is Nangong Qin."