Little Fourth Duan Refuses
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
There was another heavy snowfall last night, and the entire Ultramarine Province was blanketed in a blanket of white.
This was probably the Ultramarine Province's last snowfall.
When Vassal Prince Rong pushed open the door and entered, he caught sight of His Highness the Chen Prince standing at the window like a mindless stone statue.
The morning breeze made his loose white clothes billow.
The long, black hair flowing behind his waist seemed to be rippling with water mist.
*Flap, flap, flap.* A thin piece of paper on the ground next to the long window fluttered in the wind.
Vassal Prince Rong's gaze landed on the paper. He slowly walked over and bent down to pick it up.
There were only several characters on the paper. The strokes penetrated boldly through to the back of the paper like a vigorously swimming dragon.
'Who said yearning was bitter?'
'Yearning breaks the heart.'