C41

It was clearly the beginning of spring, but there was still a bone-chilling cold in the night air. Even though the Persian carpet from the ocean was extremely warm, the snow that was blown by the wind was thin. After kneeling for a long time, his body was also feeling cold.

For some reason, even if she did her best to restrain herself, she was still afraid. Ever since she was young, she had been listening to her sisters tell all kinds of stories.

She was a girl that was born and raised in a brothel.

As for those so-called sisters, they often said, "Don't look at the bright and beautiful faces of the rich and powerful young masters." As for those so-called sisters, they often said, "Don't look at the bright and beautiful faces of the rich and powerful young masters.

Thinking like this, beads of sweat began to faintly appear on Snowy's back. As the chilly wind blew in from outside, Snowy only felt that the cold air had entered her flesh and blood, afraid of the cold and despair … As time passed, all sorts of emotions interweaved and overlapped with each other, crushing her one after another. Her body was taut and her eyes were filled with tears. She humbly prostrated on the ground, shivering …

After an unknown amount of time had passed, the old tears on her snowy face had yet to dry. New tears had already flowed down. Early on in the morning, Mama Li smiled as she helped to describe her makeup, spending it again and again … Just when the snow was starting to get numb …

A black figure flashed in. Perhaps because he had seen what was happening in the room, the person did not move and stood quietly by the door. If it were not for the sound of the door opening, there would not be many people in the world who would be able to sense that person's presence.

The action of that person when he first entered startled her, causing her to lower her body even further, causing the youth in the Imperial Consort's chair to raise his gaze slightly. His first glance happened to be directed at the snow that was blowing in front of him.

"Please get up Miss. The ground is cold at night. If you are injured, that is my fault."

In her heart, she was afraid that she had misheard. One wrong step was one wrong step, and she was already in the abyss, just one last step away from death. Thus, she lowered her head even further, tightly pursing her lips, not saying a word.

"Miss …"

Upon seeing this, a trace of astonishment flashed across the youth's eyes. Then, he gently parted his lips and called out again.

Once again, blowing snow and smelling it, the youth's deep voice was filled with a magnetic charm. After repeatedly confirming it, his heart began to churn violently. He slowly raised his head and answered with a low voice.

Snowblown's beautiful eyes were filled with unease as she gazed at the complicated patterns on the carpet. She saw a shadow slowly approaching her. It was the young man. His footsteps were very light, but his gait gave off a sense of elegance.

The youth half-squatted right in front of her. His warm breath was like a pair of gentle hands gently touching her snow-white face. He seemed to intentionally soften his voice as he lightly smiled and said:

"Is Miss afraid of me?"

Blow Snow looked directly at the young man's handsome face. Her heart was pounding like a little deer, and she quickly shook her head in panic. How could she be afraid of guests?

"Miss, your makeup is already in tears. If you don't get up soon, are you planning to meet someone tomorrow?"

The youth stretched out a hand towards the blowing snow. The hand was white and slender, looking very beautiful.

He raised his head timidly and carefully observed the young man's expression. After thinking for a while, he put his cold little hand into the young man's palm.

The youth smiled slightly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He looked incomparably magnificent. When he blew the snow, he felt as if he had stepped into a boundless radiance. That most beautiful cloud fluttered in his heart, as if it had awoken from a dream.

The boy helped her up and led her directly to the Imperial Consort's chair. With a slight push, he pressed down on her shoulders and arms, causing her to sit in a position that didn't belong to her.

The young man lowered his head slightly, looking at her with a gaze that seemed to be a smile yet not a smile. His expression, which seemed to contain both anger and anger, made her suddenly lose her strength.

"Young master, you can't …"

The youth didn't respond. He only took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to her, leaving behind a sentence:

"It's late at night. Miss should rest well."

After which, he turned and left, his back was indifferent.