The First Legitimate Daughter of Chang'an

The falling snow fell on the dark red window lattice. The winter sky was always not very bright, but it still showed the extremely handsome silhouette of the man. The white robe he wore gradually overlapped with that of years ago. He knelt beside the bed, but the tears in his eyes could not be stopped. The woman on the couch in front of him looked at him quietly with a pale face, her eyes never closing again.