This snowfall arrived so suddenly, without warning, and grew heavier and heavier.
Outside the Imperial Palace, the wheel of a carriage pressed down upon the thick layer of snow, stopping just outside the palace gates without leaving.
Little Wuya, having reverted to her original form, hugged the curled-up Little Zhiyo like a fluffy ball and leaned against a corner of the carriage, sound asleep.
Just before, Little Wuya was delighted to see Prince Feng exit with the eldest while carrying Little Zhiyo.
Exhausted from having transformed into so many different people today, she fell asleep in the carriage as soon as her mind settled.
As for Little Zhiyo, sensing the unusual aura emanating from "Miss Feng" today, he kept his distance and soon drifted off to sleep next to Little Wuya.
"Feng Xun, are you really planning to leave the Feng Residence?"
