Shi Feiyang held her hand and said with a smile, "Don't rush, take your time. With me here, you'll be fine."
Guo Xiangyu was sewing clothes for Shi Feiyang, each stitch filled with deep affection.
She embroidered a majestic cherry blossom pattern on the clothes, with the words "Peace" at the neckline, and secretly stitched their names on the hem.
Whenever the night was deep and quiet, she would sit by the window, sewing carefully by the moonlight, her lips always curved into a happy smile.
"Feiyang, may this garment keep you safe," she whispered softly, her eyes full of tenderness and expectation.
The wind and snow remained, yet the two at the pass felt no chill.
Because they knew, as long as they were together, no amount of wind and snow could hinder the warmth and love in their hearts.
This deep affection, in this era of chaos and war, seemed especially precious and moving.
