Chapter 23

Before a small window, beneath scattered shadows, she finished adorning herself before the glowing vanity mirror. The plum blossoms were like snow, and the snow was like her. Not a single speck of dust touched them. The evening river was cold, all human sounds faded away, accompanied only by a hazy, slender moon. The mountains were like jade, and the jade was like him. They looked at each other with a warm smile. Lately, Xiaoyue had been sticking almost inseparably to Alin's side. Sometimes, when Muyin and Alin tinkered with novel foods and games, Xiaoyue would go find her own amusement if she couldn't join in. When she was truly bored, she would even check in on the memories of the birds and beasts in the forest, which never lacked fresh and interesting tales. After all, she still had the temperament of a child; she couldn't keep things bottled up inside, and everything was written all over her face. Deep at night, she knew the snow was heavy, as she occasionally heard the snapping of bamboo.