Clinging to the philosophy that it is better to believe than to doubt, Zhao Yan followed Zhao Yun’s lead and made a wish of his own.
The first snow was light, the scattered flakes vanishing as soon as they touched the ground. Zhao Yun was delighted, catching the snow in her hands and watching with fascination as it slowly melted against her skin.
Zhao Yan didn’t quite understand the simple joys of a little girl. He didn't run wild through the courtyard as Zhao Yun did; instead, he leaned against a pillar and watched her play.
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