With the wild snow blowing outside and a warm log fire glowing inside, Prince Xiao pushed open the window and exclaimed, "What a beautiful snow! This really was a worthwhile trip."

Luo Ningcha leaned against the soft couch and tugged at her collar, indicating that she was afraid of the cold. She frowned slightly as she said, "What's there to marvel at about the snow? I'm about to freeze to death."

As a man in his late thirties, Prince Xiao still looked handsome and highly esteemed. His conspicuous hawk nose added a lot of dignity, but also diluted his innate easygoing personality. When he heard Luo Ningcha's complaint, he laughed, closed the window, looked back at the beauty, and suddenly sighed. "All things that are created by Heaven are imperfect. My beauty, you are too pretty, so you should be careful."

Luo Ningcha's frown deepened. She hated it the most when others talked in a mysterious tone. However, this man was the Imperial Uncle, so she had no choice but to make an exceptio