The snow in Chang'an City always falls with a lingering yet merciless persistence.
Su Qingyan stood outside the vermilion gates of the primeval minister's residence, her fingertips nearly digging into the freezing wood. Behind those doors lay the warmth she once thought she could easily reach, the entire world she had been so close to possessing. Today was Shen Che’s grand wedding day. The woman he was to marry was Lin Wanyi, the daughter of the top imperial scholar, personally designated by the reigning emperor.
Snowflakes fell upon her hair and shoulders, quickly accumulating into a thin layer, much like the frost in her heart at this moment. She recalled the first time she met Shen Che, which had also been on such a snowy day. Back then, she was still an innocent young maiden, visiting the Hanshan Temple outside the city with her father, when she accidentally slipped on the slick stone steps. It was he, dressed in cyan robes, who reached out and caught her. His hands were warm, and his gaze was as gentle as the spring sunshine, chasing away all her clumsiness and chill.
Chapter 127