Xiao Hen was wearing a silver fox cloak, the soft fox fur gently swaying in the cold wind, brushing lightly against his handsome face.
Having not seen each other for two months, he seemed to have grown even more, his features more delicate and handsome, with a touch of noble royal dignity in his gaze, yet without a hint of arrogance.
The pristine white snow behind him, clad in silver, the landscape picturesque, couldn't steal away an ounce of his charm.
Gu Jiao stared at him dumbfounded: "Why are you here? Weren't you heading back to Shengdu?"
The news she received was that the prince had finished discussing peace and was returning to the capital.
Xiao Hen placed the wooden bucket on the edge of the well, holding the handle with one hand and gently rubbing her hair with the other: "If I told you, how could I surprise you?"
Well played.
Even flirting doesn't need to be subtle anymore.
Getting bolder by the day.
