Su Luo hurriedly went up to meet him.
Just as she reached the entrance of the side hall, she saw the person draped in a white fox fur had already reached the other end of the corridor.
It was already early March, yet he was dressed no differently than in the depths of winter. Even though he was dressed so thickly, his face was still a ghastly pale, showing no trace of blood.
He held a handkerchief to his lips, coughing lowly, with his other hand holding a peach blossom in full bloom.
Upon seeing Su Luo, he tucked the handkerchief into his sleeve and gave her an elegant smile.
"Passing through the Imperial Garden, I saw the peach blossoms in full bloom, so I picked one for you!" His eyes and brows were filled with joy as he handed the peach blossom branch to Su Luo.
Taking it over, Su Luo examined it carefully. Half of the peach blossoms were in bloom, with some flower buds yet to open.
She brought it to her nose and took a deep breath, then smiled: "It smells wonderful!"
