On the way home, Bai Xue was a bit lost in thoughts, her mind a mess, yet she seemed unafraid of the cold, craning her neck to look at the scenery on both sides of the road, which was just pure white snow.
Several times when Zhang Yuan spoke to her, she didn't respond. Until they got home, she grabbed the sack and rushed indoors as if there were floods or beasts chasing after her.
Watching her reaction, Zhang Yuan smiled gently. This little girl seemed to be shy, perhaps understanding his intentions.
In a very good mood, he took the cotton inside as well.
"Xiao Xue, you forgot this cotton!" Zhang Yuan kindly placed the cotton in front of Bai Xue who had just set her things down.
Bai Xue looked at the half sack of cotton and immediately remembered Zhang Yuan's earlier request in Pingyang Town for her to knit him a scarf, which made her face flush red again uncontrollably.
