Stepping out of the teahouse, as Xue Guangbai had predicted, the first snow of the winter was beginning to fall.
Carrying a package of roasted venison and a small flask of yellow rice wine, Xue Guangbai trotted over with great enthusiasm. "The snow in Jinling isn't heavy, but the weather is still cold. How about we go soak in the hot springs at Mount Lu in a few days? I have a private residence there, and the spring water is channeled straight from the mountain. It's good for your health."
Lu Qingyuan reached out her hand to catch the drifting snowflakes. The trace of chill touched her palm, feeling as though a snowflake had drifted right into her heart—empty and a little desolate.
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