The light reflected off the snow illuminated the winter night, and the myriad of lights behind him brought a touch of warmth to the reunion amidst the wind and snow.
Princess Xinyang stared at him in a daze, momentarily forgetting to speak.
It wasn't until he laughed softly again and said, "What? Are you so happy to see me, the Marquis, that you can't speak?"
Princess Xinyang gathered her astonishment, frowned seriously, and refuted his previous remark: "I wasn't crying."
She had cried in the morning, but that was for Qingqing, as she thought he was going to die.
Upon hearing the news that she couldn't return, she hadn't shed a single tear.
Marquis Xuanping said with a half-smile, "You were crying in your heart, I heard it."
Princess Xinyang: "..."
Princess Xinyang's face darkened as she finally confirmed that the person in front of her was real, not some ghost that wouldn't dissipate, nor someone disguised as a double.
He was who he was.
Marquis Xuanping, Xiao Ji.
