Yu Qizhe was a handsome and elegant man, so it was not surprising that the girls would talk about him in private when they saw him.

Liu Yaoyu finally managed to sneeze, and felt much better. She wiped her nose with a handkerchief and said to Yu Jiao in a slightly nasal voice, "Mr. Yu is indeed a very handsome man. If he gets into the top three in the future, I think many girls in Beijing will be willing to marry him."

Yu Jiao's eyes dimmed. She thought of Yang Jiyan, who was determined to marry Yu Qizhe at all costs. That was only after Yu Qizhe won the first place in the imperial examination. If he had won the first place in the imperial examination, who knows how many more Yang Jiyans would have appeared.

Yu Jiao felt a little bitter in her heart.

When the carriage arrived at Kanjing Hutong, Song Nian, the gatekeeper, saw that it was Yu Jiao who came, so he quickly opened an umbrella and invited the two of them in with a smile on his face.

"The young master is in the study, and the young lady is in the west wing." Song Nian followed the two of them with an umbrella and said in a flattering manner.

Yu Jiao nodded and said to Liu Yaoyu, "I'm going to the study. You go find Sister Fuling first."

Liu Yaoyu naturally had no objection. She walked on the snow towards the west wing, while Yu Jiao went to the study.

Because it was cold, Yu Qizhe did not let Liu Zi wait outside the door. Song Nian went forward and knocked on the door, "Sir, Miss Liu San is here."

The room was silent for a while, and then the study door was opened. It was snowing, and although it was daytime, the light was a little dim. Half of Yu Qizhe's face was shrouded in shadow, and Yu Jiao could hardly see the expression on his face clearly.

"Come in." Yu Qizhe said in a low voice and moved aside.

Yu Jiao could tell his voice was a little hoarse. She stepped into the study and asked with some concern, "What's wrong with your voice?"

There was a charcoal pot burning in the house. Yu Qizhe turned around and poured Yu Jiao a cup of hot tea and placed it on the table. There was no expression on his handsome face. He just said lightly, "Nothing, just a cold."

Yu Jiao noticed that he looked a little pale and was concerned about his health, but she also felt uncomfortable because of Yu Qizhe's cold look.

This man was like this when he left yesterday. Today, when she ran over with eager eyes, he was still so cold.

Yu Jiao bit her lip and was silent for a while. She was still worried about his health and said, "Have you got the medicine? Let me feel your pulse."

Yu Qizhe lowered his eyes and didn't look at her. His gaze fell on the embroidered shoes on Yu Jiao's feet. The uppers of the shoes were wet due to the snow, leaving misty water marks. He said lightly, "It's okay, not serious." He avoided the hand that Yu Jiao stretched out to him.

Yu Jiao missed the opportunity. She raised her eyes to look at Yu Qizhe. Except for the time when she woke up in the small firewood room of Yu's family, Yu Jiao had hardly been treated coldly by Yu Qizhe like this. She was used to seeing his coldness towards others, but now when it came to her, she realized how hurtful it was. She looked at Yu Qizhe with a strange look in her eyes.

Yu Qizhe only glanced at her. The hurt look in her almond-shaped eyes made him feel a little bit sorry. He clenched his hands in his sleeves at his sides into fists.

"Yu Qizhe, are you still angry?" Yu Jiao smiled bitterly and looked at him straight, "Are you angry with my eldest brother, or with me?"

Yu Qizhe's throat moved slightly, his eyes darkened, he restrained himself and looked away, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's snowing and cold, you should stay in the mansion."

"Are you saying that I shouldn't have come here today?" Yu Jiaoqi smiled coldly, feeling like a joke. She had been worried and upset since yesterday and couldn't help but have to come here. It would have been better if she hadn't come.

She never knew before that the man in front of her had such a strong self-esteem. Just because of what his older brother said, he treated her so coldly. If there was any problem, they could just talk it out and solve it together, why did he have to be like this?

Yu Jiao didn't want to argue with Yu Qizhe. A quarreling face was too ugly. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold it in if she stayed any longer. She took a deep breath of the cool air and said, "Just pretend I've never been here." Then she turned and walked outside.

Yu Qizhe looked at her leaving back with a serious gaze, and there was a gloom rolling in his narrow peach blossom eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, and his slender figure did not move for a long time.

Yu Jiao hoped that he would catch up with her, so she walked very slowly on purpose. However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement behind her. Her eyes were slightly red, and she stood in the snow-covered yard. There was a hint of grievance in her expression, and her nose was a little sore.

She really wanted to look back, but she held back.

There was still snow in the sky, and the fine snow fell on her cheeks and felt a little cool. Yu Jiao stood in the yard for a long time, her hands and feet were frozen. The man never came out to find her, and she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Before I liked someone, I always thought that love was just two people liking each other.

Yu Jiao only now realized how shallow her understanding of love was. She used to think that if two people liked each other, they could withstand everything and stay together forever. It wouldn't be as difficult as written in the books. Now she has finally seen a glimpse that not all problems can be solved just by liking each other.

In fact, she had no idea what Yu Qizhe was thinking, or why he was like this?

She couldn't guess what he was thinking, and if he continued to be so cold, she really didn't know what to do.

Inside the study, Yu Qizhe stood beside the lattice fan, his eyes fixed on the slender and petite figure in the yard. His deep pupils were like a silent lake, calm on the surface but surging emotions hidden inside.

Song Nian stood outside the house and didn't dare to say anything. It was obvious that his master had treated Miss Liu San very gently and attentively in the past, and doted on her in every way. He didn't know what had happened today. He watched Miss Liu San leave in anger without stopping her.

"Persuade her to go to her sister's room and light an extra charcoal fire." Yu Qizhe spoke, his voice even hoarser than before.

Song Nian responded quickly and walked towards the yard with an umbrella.

The young master still cares about Miss Liu San. He clearly feels sorry for her and wants her to get frozen, but why does he have to pretend to be indifferent? Song Nian was puzzled and walked to Yu Jiao and held the umbrella over her head. "It's freezing cold in the courtyard. Miss San is afraid of getting frozen. You should go to Miss Fuling's room to warm up."

When Yu Jiao heard his voice, she restrained her expression and wiped the snow water off her face with a handkerchief to pretend that nothing had happened. She turned around and looked towards the study, only to see that the door was closed. Yu Jiao felt a little cold in her heart, not knowing whether it was because she had been standing in the yard for too long, but it seemed as if there was a sieve in her chest, letting out cold wind.

Did he really take his elder brother's words to heart and make up his mind to stay away from me?

Yu Jiao bit her lip hard and tasted a hint of rust on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't feel any pain. It might be because this slight pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

Liu Yaoyu and Yu Fuling were chatting when they saw Yu Jiao come in. They looked up and both noticed that Yu Jiao didn't look well.

"Why do you look so bad? Did you catch a cold?" Yu Fuling touched Yu Jiao's hand, which made her shiver. "Why are you so cold? Did the charcoal basin in Qizhe's room go out?"

Yu Jiao forced a smile and said, "Just now I saw the snow was beautiful, so I stood in the yard for a while."