Ming Yao walked out of the courtyard, ready to visit Old Madam Gu.
She happened to see a tall and upright man, and a woman in a white coat, coming out of Old Madam Gu's room.
Both of them looked slightly weary, presumably having not slept all night.
Ming Yao stood in the corner, avoiding being seen by the two.
Side by side, their figures receded into the distance.
As they were about to reach the main gate, Shi Yuan seemed to twist her ankle, on the verge of falling, but the man beside her reached out and steadied her.
Shi Yuan raised her head and gave the man a smile.
The usually reticent man's thin lips harbored a faint curve, as if smiling in response to Shi Yuan.
Thin snowflakes continued to drift in the sky, slantingly falling on both of their heads.
On the roadside, a plum blossom in full bloom peeped out, creating an image that seemed as beautifully romantic as a scene from an idol drama from afar.
Ming Yao's pupils constricted slightly.