Remember The Past, When You Were Young

There were still pieces of snow left on the pavilion across the lake. The thin snow separated into countless white pieces. It was as if the dark-colored pavilion was given a number of patches. The snow had stopped in Jingdou on the 29th last month. Within three days, the servants in King Jing's manor had already swept away all the snow on the grass on this side of the lake.

However, the days were cold, so the ground was frozen. There wasn't any new and tender growth on the lawns. All that was left was white frozen grass that, for some reason, no one cleaned up. It looked rather desolate.

Fan Xian quietly followed behind King Jing deeper in the garden. His eyes glanced a few times at King Jing's slightly slouched back.