That night, a pair of teenagers sat against the wall in front of the dancing flames. Their beautiful faces glowed in the warm light.
They looked as pretty as a picture. All was harmonious and peaceful and one could almost see pink bubbles in the air.
Warmed up by the fire, Feng Wu began to doze off.
She nodded like a chicken pecking at grain.
Seeing this, Jun Linyuan shook his head and gently pressed her head to his shoulder as he mumbled, "Troublesome woman."
The girl had to be asleep. Otherwise, she would have jumped to her feet at the retort, protesting his comment.
At the thought of the girl yelling at him with her hands on her waist, Jun Linyuan shook his head with a wry smile.
He was baffled when he saw his reflection in the ice.
He was grinning like a goofball.
Jun Linyuan, the person capable of shaking the empire with his anger, was smiling at the girl like a fool.
