A gentle breeze swept by, stirring up soft, rustling snow. Pei Yuhang stood in the courtyard, his brow slightly furrowed. His gaze was complicated as he watched the familiar, graceful figure slowly walk toward him.
"Qian… Qianqian? What are you doing here…?"
His voice was hesitant, laced with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.
Lin Qianyan was dressed in a long, pale pink-on-white gown. Its hem fluttered gently in the wind, making her look as elegant and otherworldly as a blossoming lotus flower.
She lifted her chin slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips, but her eyes held a resentful chill.
"What's the matter? Is Brother Pei not happy to see me?"
Her voice was clear and pleasant, yet it carried a mocking edge. "If Sister Ye hadn't been so kind as to tell me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have even known Brother Pei was leaving."
Pei Yuhang's pupils contracted, and he instinctively pressed his lips together.
