A ruo was silent.
Because she felt the Emperor's words made sense.
Before Bai Zhi'er left, she initially wanted to go inside and see Jing Jia.
However, standing amidst the pure white snow, she ultimately didn't have the courage to step into the hall.
She didn't want to see her once vibrant mother, who now lay quietly there, unable to hold her and call her Zhi Bao anymore.
Bai Zhi'er firmly believed that as long as the current hardships passed, the day her mother woke, she would surely be proud of her.
After she left, A ruo walked out of the palace in a disheartened state.
The swirling snow was unbearably cold.
She stood dazed under the Xiangsi Tree.
In the corner of her eye, A ruo saw a silhouette.
She lifted her eyes to look.
Lu Wang was standing not far away.
He didn't know how long he'd been there, seeming to want to say something to A ruo, but the words were caught at the tip of his tongue, lacking the courage to step towards her.
