"By the way, Ying'er, when did you know who I was?" Yang Luo stroked the jade hairpin on Dong Ying's head. The plum blossoms carved on the mutton-fat jade were so lifelike, as if they were blooming in the beauty's bun at this moment. It made Dong Ying's shy appearance even more endearing.
"Because Ying'er is the flower of winter..."
Yang Luo gently leaned into her ear and said firmly: "I, Yang Luo, will definitely have a special liking for this flower and will love it for the rest of my life..."
After the snow settled, the sky became clearer, and two horse hoof prints slowly extended into the distance on the snow...
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