Outside the imperial study, a light snow was falling.

On the corridor, a woman in white looked at the small snowflakes that kept falling from the sky, and couldn't help but stretch out her little hand.

The slightly cool touch in the palm of his hand made Duanmuxi's troubles disappear a lot, and he suddenly became playful, holding a handful of snow on the ground with both hands, and then pinching the snow into a snow ball.

As a child, she also played with snowballs and built snowmen with her grandfather. Thinking of his grandfather, Duanmu Xi's fingers unconsciously depicted Duanmu Cang's appearance on that snowball.

\ , even dancing barefoot like this, won't she feel ice?

As if sensing his gaze, the woman's eyes shrank into her long skirt. also deliberately pulled the hem of her skirt to cover her exposed jade feet.

The beautiful scenery in front of him disappeared, he felt a little lost in his heart, looking at the woman's vigilant eyes, he opened his mouth to reassure. But she didn't give him a chance to speak, so she ran to the snowy mountain.

Her speed was so fast that he couldn't find her after a few steps.

After that, he searched for a long time on the snow-capped mountain, but found nothing. It was as if the woman had disappeared. And there is no family on the snowy mountain, so he can't find anyone to inquire even if he wants to. I had no choice but to go to a small town under the snow mountain, and found an inn to live in, and he would go up to the snow mountain to find her every day.

Perhaps God took pity on his persistence and infatuation, and a month later, in the town, he finally saw the woman again. The woman was still dressed in bright red, but she wore white boots on her feet.

He was very excited and wanted to rush up to greet her, but he was afraid of abrupt beauty, so he could only follow her silently. Perhaps he followed him too closely, and the woman soon spotted him.

\ At that time, she cried, and that was the first and only time he had seen her cry.

He took her back to the imperial city, back to the imperial palace, she didn't seem surprised at all by his identity, maybe in her world, there was no difference between the emperor and the commoners.

When she saw his queen and countless concubines, she asked, \ her, he hated, hated those women in the harem, why did he just refuse to let her go, hated the sky, why let him get and let him lose, hated himself even more, why didn't he cherish her well.

But no matter how sad he is, blames himself, and regrets, all this cannot go back to the past, and no matter how hard he tries, he will never be able to make up for his mistakes.

Leaning over and kissing the amber eyes of the woman in the painting,\