In the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, the candlelight was faint.
Ye Liyuan leaned against the carved wooden window, her slender fingers gently tracing the frost on the lattice.
She looked up at the snow-filled sky, her ink-black hair fluttering in the cold wind to reveal a pretty face that couldn't conceal its worry.
"The snow is much heavier than usual tonight."
Yu Xiaoyan approached, holding a hand warmer, her voice as soft as if she were afraid of shattering something fragile.
She gazed at her mistress's slender back, still as a statue awaiting a husband's return. She subconsciously clutched her sleeves and whispered:
"Don't worry, Mistress. Master will definitely come back safely. I'm supposed to sweep the snow with him tomorrow."
Ye Liyuan slowly turned around, forcing a faint smile to her lips. It seemed to be a reply, yet also a way of telling herself.
"Yes, Ah Han will definitely come back safely. He's so powerful, no one can hurt him."
