He wanted to touch her hand. As he was about to do so, a dark cloud drifted over and blocked the moon, causing darkness to envelope the landscape. Yan Xun stood there awkwardly with his hand outstretched. The snow on the ground was scattered about by the wind, onto his cloak. He appeared like a statue in the snow.
She had not met Yan Xun despite staying in the military camp for three days. Only on the fourth day did he travel down from the pass. When she saw him, she was in the midst of packing her baggage. Yan Xun walked in uninvited, without a soldier alerting her. The blinding ray of light shone from his back. Chu Qiao turned around and was momentarily blinded. Yan Xun was wearing a long, black robe, with golden dragon patterns embroidered on it. He stared at her deeply, remaining silent for a long time.