In the winter of Jing Yao's thirteenth year, the first snow fell in the Linchuan County Duke's Mansion.
When Shen Jinghan woke up, he saw a lotus-colored tent ceiling embroidered with patterns of broken branches and plum blossoms. He moved his fingers and touched the soft brocade mattress beneath him, and the faint fragrance of agarwood lingered on his nose. This is not a hospital, nor is it his rental house filled with historical materials.
"Second Master is awake!" A clear voice blasted in the ear, followed by panicked footsteps, "Go and tell Madam, Second Master is awake!"
Shen Jinghan wanted to speak, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound. He tried his best to turn his neck and saw a little maid wearing cyan armor lying next to the bed, her eyes as red as a rabbit. Looking beyond her, there are antique furniture, carved window lattice, and heavy snow falling outside the window.
Memories came flooding back.
