Ming Lingyi stood a short distance away, watching the small figure. Her chest tightened.
Cheng Yi whispered something to Li Yan. The Little Crown Prince nodded, released his grip on the corner of Cheng Yi's robes, and tilted his head to look over at Ming Lingyi.
The moment their eyes met, the initial hesitation and unease in Li Yan's heart melted away, replaced by pure joy.
In the next instant, a trail of tiny footprints appeared in the light snow.
As he drew near, Li Yan tilted his little face up and looked at her earnestly. He was a beautiful child; his eyes and brows were the spitting image of Li Yun's, but his cheeks still had a childlike roundness.
Then, he reached out a small hand and, after a moment's hesitation, gently tugged on the hem of her skirt.
