Xueying thought for a moment, then nodded, and went with Hongli to find Fucha Mingyu.

The two walked one after the other along the route Hongli had taken, both in silence, neither uttering a single word.

A layer of soft, fine snow had already settled on the ground, making a crunching sound when you stepped on it.

Many years later, Ulanara Xueying would still remember this day, the scene of walking one after the other in the swirling snow, and the creaking sound from under the flowerpot.

Xueying gazed at Hongli's retreating figure, a look of infatuation creeping onto her face.

"oops!"

Without noticing, the bottom of her flowerpot stepped on a protruding small stone, her ankle twisted, and she fell forward.

All of this happened so fast that Hongli, who was walking in front, was suddenly pushed forward from behind.

The two of them fell to the ground in the snow. Hongli knelt down on the ground, while Xueying used him as a cushion, lying on his back.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I twisted my ankle just now." Xueying struggled to get up from Hongli, but she couldn't get any strength in her twisted ankle.

She had no choice but to lean to the side, at least getting off Hongli's back so that he could stand up.

Hongli was still stunned by the impact. When he got up from the ground, he found that he had abrasions on his palms and knees.

"Can't you stand up?" Hongli didn't care about that. He saw Xueying still sitting on the cold ground, her face even paler from the cold.

Xueying nodded and reached for the spot where she had sprained her ankle, as the pain there made her wince.

Hongli looked at Xueying's beautiful face and her furrowed brows due to pain, and asked absentmindedly, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Xueying nodded and said softly, "It's alright, I can just rub it when we get back. It's just that I might not be able to walk now."

Hongli naturally realized this, and squatted down to look at Xueying's legs.

"Let me see!" Hongli said, looking down at Xueying's legs.

Even though Xueying liked Hongli, she didn't dare to let him see her legs at this moment!

"No need, please go and call someone, Fourth Prince. Xueying will wait here!" Xueying said.

"No, it's too cold here!" Hongli immediately rejected Xueying's suggestion.

This woman always displayed a decisiveness and composure that seemed incongruous with her appearance.

"It's alright! He won't freeze to death in a little while!" Xueying said. "Fourth Prince might run into Wuxiha and the others when he goes out."

"I'll carry you on my back!" Hongli said, frowning. "Don't argue with me again!"

Xueying was about to speak again when Hongli cut her off with the second half of his sentence. She knew that he was actually a very domineering person. His gentle and refined demeanor towards Fucha Mingyu was just a facade; deep down, he was a very assertive person.

Hongli stood up, took off his gray fox fur cloak, turned around, squatted down, and said to Xueying with his back to her, "Hurry up and come up!"

Xueying looked at the fox fur cloak he had thrown on the ground and said, "This was made for you by your mother. Why are you just leaving it on the ground like this?"

"We'll send someone back to get it later; it's just a piece of clothing," Hongli said.

Xueying knew that no matter what she said, this person would not do as she wished, so she could only grope her way up to Hongli's back.