Last night, snow drifted, falling unceasingly throughout the evening.
The cold wind brushed gently, shrouding everything in a snow-blurred freshness.
Early in the morning, on this day of the Upper Yuan Festival, Empress Lin's phoenix carriage stopped outside the Han Baiyu Mountain Gate of the Sword Sect. She drew back the Brocade Phoenix Silk Curtain within the vehicle and gazed at the man smiling and waving goodbye to her.
Her own Phoenix Belly Band was still missing. Lin Jinyu was certain Su Bei had taken it, yet, faced with his feigned ignorance, she found herself at a loss for words.
Her vermilion lips mumbled a few words, her eyes deep and shifting. Ultimately, she sighed, her long lashes fluttering lightly as she said, "Thank you, Elder Su, for escorting me here."
"Doesn't Elder Su have anything to say to me?"
"..."
Anything to say?
