Last night, in the late hours, snow began to drift from the sky, forming a thick blanket on the ground by morning.
The snow was still falling, with large flakes filling the sky.
Ya Qiuying washed her face, and then her whole being became significantly more alert. With worry, she turned her gaze out the window and said, "Such heavy snow, how will my uncle make his journey?"
Su Rong, too, was looking out the window, "We can only add more stoves in the carriage."
Ya Qiuying sighed.
The people of the Duke Residence saw off Ye Guixue at the gate. After bidding farewell, Lu Weiran escorted Ye Guixue out of the city alone.
The streets were empty, and outside the city walls, a vast sea of white stretched into the distance.