Fu Huaichu seemed not to expect that Su Zhiruan still remembered this, but he agreed, "I'll take you there."
The two of them stood up, one following the other out of the pavilion.
It was still early at this time. Though it was winter, the sun hung in the sky, dazzlingly white. Su Zhiruan wrapped herself tightly in the large cloak. Compared to her, Fu Huaichu wore considerably less, only a long robe, with the bones of his wrists exposed, blue veins bulging beautifully. Years of martial arts and handling officialdom with a pen had left thin, beautiful calluses on his hands.
His long hair was tied up with just a band, without using a hairpin, unlike his usual self who strictly adhered to the rules as the distinguished Crown Prince. At this moment, Fu Huaichu seemed somewhat ethereal.
Su Zhiruan focused herself, following him towards the back courtyard.