The Snow Fell Too Late

The young lady of the Qi family, and the young man of the Yu family.

The young lady fell from being the apple of her family’s eye to becoming an unwanted, neglected orphan with nowhere to go. Quiet and unflappable, all she wants is to make the most of life in her own little world.

The young man is the Fourth Prince, sent by the emperor to live deep in the mountains for years under the noble pretext of “tempering” him. He spends his days carefree and aimless, asking for nothing but fine wine beneath the moon.

But is everything really as simple as it seems? Will they truly do nothing when faced with hardship?

The young lady and the young man meet.

But a misunderstanding leaves him frustrated with her. His eyes bloodshot, he fights to hold back his anger and points his sword at her. “Tell me! Was it you or wasn’t it?”

Her hands tremble, but she forces herself to stay calm. “Yu Xingyou, I… I can’t tell you the truth.”

Another year passes.

Snow falls thick and fast. The young man is dashing and handsome, his high ponytail fluttering in the snow as he raises his sword with a smile. “How about a match?” The girl is lively and adorable. She blinks, the jade bell at her waist jingling, and smiles. “Sure.”

“Hey, let’s make one thing clear. What do I get if I win, sweetheart?”

“Let’s make a bet. I bet you’ll lose,” the girl says confidently.

“Oh? Why are you so sure?” His smile is especially radiant, warm enough to melt the biting cold of the snow.

She slowly walks toward him. “Close your eyes, and I’ll tell you.”

He can’t refuse. He closes his eyes.

A soft sensation suddenly touches his lips.

The young man’s heart pounds.

He pulls her into his arms and deepens the kiss.

The snow keeps falling.

He loses, and he’s perfectly happy to.