The inkfish porridge in his mouth seemed to have lost its flavor. Su Xiang raised his eyes and glanced at the short-sighted back as he pondered.
All day long, Shen Shilin didn't go back to the little brothel. The servants were afraid Su Xiang be bored and suggested that she go out for a walk. Xin Cheng had a history of over a hundred years. Today, the weather was exceptionally good, and the snow had stopped. Looking out of the window, it was as if the entire world had quietened down, so that she could enjoy it alone.
Su Xiang had never had a chance to see snow since she was young in Yi Chuan. Although she had seen snow on her way north, she had no mood to appreciate snow because it was important to escape.
Hearing Xi Cui's suggestion, she felt that it was not bad. She put on a fox fur c
