The first time Huaixu met Li Lingwang was on the snow-covered palace road. The young man lowered his eyes and knelt in the snow without saying a word. His clothes were thin, his shoulders were covered with fine snow, and he was as motionless as a jade statue.
She stopped and looked around, feeling some slight pity in her heart. The young man seemed to notice her gaze and raised his head to look back calmly.
This year, Huai Xu was fifteen years old and Li Lingwang was sixteen.
One is the new leader who is about to take charge of Jianxue Pavilion under the protection of his ancestors. Although she is a young and weak woman, she is vigorous and resolute in her work and has an awe-inspiring power.
One is the eldest son who is alone and has not yet been appointed as a heir apparent. He is caught in the chessboard of a power struggle and is trying his best to save himself, fearing that he will make the wrong move.
Therefore, in Li Lingwang's eyes, Huai Xu's compassion was particularly valuable.
The wind and snow were still there, but he no longer felt cold.
Intention: Optimistic
