###Chapter63,Intimacy
In the winter of the twelfth lunar month, even the bamboo leaves had fallen seventy or eighty percent. After years of washing, the bamboo poles in the garden became increasingly purple and black and became brighter. Under the cover of the white snow, they looked extremely beautiful.
Today, when Ye Nanxi went out, she was wearing her purple silk cloak. The wind rose, and snowflakes flew, falling on her hair. It seemed that because of the cold wind and snowy snow, her picturesque eyes became a little indifferent. Coupled with the snow scene in the garden, she was like a fairy or a demon born from the purple bamboo in the forest.
Xiao Xuan looked at her. However, she shifted her eyes away as though nothing had happened. She was enjoying the beautiful scenery in the fo
