Snowflakes drifted down.
Pei Yuhang sat alone in the pavilion, his figure looking somewhat lonely from behind.
A thin layer of powdered snow had collected on the stone table. His long, slender fingers slowly caressed the Silver Ring engraved with the character "Lin," as if he were lost in thoughts of someone.
A silver-haired young woman approached, walking through the snow. Her light blue skirt brushed against the drifts, making a soft rustling sound.
She hesitated for a moment as she looked at her master's back, but finally placed a hand on Pei Yuhang's shoulder and spoke softly.
"Master, Sister Lin has left, but you still have Yueqiu with you. Yueqiu will never leave."
Her voice was comforting, but it also held a suppressed note of delight.
'Lin Qianyan was too much of a threat—greater than anyone else. As long as she was around, no one could truly enter Master's heart.'
'It's good that she's gone. It's for the best... I hope she never comes back.'
