Chu Yezui suddenly couldn't speak anymore, as Sui Yi clasped her hands, gently pulling them over, bowing his head, pressing them against his brow...
The Seventh Prince had only made this gesture once in his life.
It was when Consort Li passed away, the Seventh Prince sat alone on the stone steps, head bowed, hands clasped against his brow, allowing the boundless snow of heaven and earth to fall upon his hair, upon the princely robe.
It was restrained pain and solitude with nowhere to spread.
The solitary boat gently rocked with the current, the candlelight also flickered slightly.
The palm was ice-cold, unable to warm it up, whether it was her hand or hers.
Ye Zui remained expressionless.
With her other hand, she poured wine, offering the glass to Sui Yi.
"Your Highness, share a drink with me..."
Sui Yi lowered his hands, looking at the wine glass, not moving.
"What, you refuse? Do you find me dirty?" Ye Zui held the wine glass, smiling as gracefully as in her youth...
