The snow particles were rolled up by the wind, like countless tiny ice needles, pricking the tips of Jiang Nian's ears exposed outside the fox fur. But he didn't realize it. He just clung to Xiao Jingheng's clothes and buried his face in the other person's shoulder that was filled with smoke and snow. His nostrils were filled with a familiar and reassuring smell. Young Prince Jiang, who had just refuted "men and women cannot marry" with a cold face in the court, now looked like a little beast who had been wronged and found a backbone. There was a crying nasal sound in his muttering voice: "Don't leave me behind in the future, not even for the sake of your kingdom."
