The sound of a whimper—
Just when Hong Yuying cast a fleeting glance at Feng Xun, Zhuge Rou was anxiously searching for her daughter's carriage.
After walking some distance, Zhuge Rou discovered that her daughter Hong Yuying was nowhere to be seen.
Following the carriage tracks, who would have thought she'd find her daughter Hong Yuying standing in front of Emperor Xia's Hot Spring Palace, her whole person already covered in a layer of white snow, nearly frozen into a snowman.
"Yuying, why are you standing in the snow?"
Zhuge Rou swept the snow from her daughter's body with a distressed heart, and then took a frightened look at her daughter's appearance.
"Yuying, what's wrong with you, don't scare your mother, why is your face so red?"
Hong Yuying's face was as red as a ripe persimmon on the branch, her eyes motionless.
