Xuan Ying hesitated and said, "Did you notice that the Young Master's ears are very red?"
Xuan Ming and Le Zhao both nodded, "Indeed, very red."
Xuan Ying was surprised, "Could it be... embarrassment?"
"I don't think so," Le Zhao said, "It might just be from the cold, after all, your Young Master has such thick skin."
"What nonsense are you talking?" Xuan Ying pouted, "I think the Young Master must be blushing. Even though he usually talks smooth, when caught in situations like this, anyone would feel embarrassed, right?"
Le Zhao thought about it and felt it made sense, and couldn't help but chuckle, "I never expected that today, Old Duan would blush twice in one day. If we tell Yijie, he probably wouldn't believe it."
"Alright, you," Xuan Ying said, pouting, "We should head back. If we keep standing here, we'll turn into snowmen."
The three of them hurriedly brushed off the snow from their bodies and then walked quickly through the snow.
