After the person in the snow finished dancing, Shu Yun, who was only in the second half of the dance, suddenly spoke up, "You danced the old version of the Hu Xuan Dance."

Yanran, who was freezing, stopped dancing and looked at her shivering.

Shu Yun continued in a calm voice, "The Hu Xuan dance, 'with a stringed song, sleeves are raised, and snowflakes flutter and tumbleweeds dance,' the dance costumes are light and graceful, like floating clouds. This kind of dance has been popular for a long time, and it is performed by women for the men they love."

Yanran observed her expression, but from beginning to end, there was no anger or annoyance on her face as she had expected, as if someone was coveting her husband. Her beautiful, sparkling eyes remained calm.

But this made her feel even worse, because the way Shu Yun looked at her, though calm, inexplicably made her feel that Shu Yun didn't seem to care about her at all. They were clearly looking at each other at eye level, but when Shu Yun stood there, she couldn't help but look up at her.

Shu Yun walked over and placed the small hand warmer with silver charcoal in her hand into Yanran's hand. "The Hu Xuan dance itself doesn't have much advantage in technique compared to other dances. Its only advantage is its meaning. It's a dance that people in the world use to express their love."

She paused for a moment, then said, "When the founder of the Hu Xuan dance was dancing, she was beautiful and her movements were like a blooming peony. Her smile was captivating. It's too cold now. Even if you manage to dance the Hu Xuan dance, what can you do?"

Yanran felt jealous and envious. She didn't want her charity and threw the hand warmer away. Her voice was dry and hoarse, obviously from the dry winter wind that had hurt her throat. "Was it you who stopped the young master from seeing me?"

Shu Yun glanced at the hand warmer that had sunk into the snow, but did not go over to pick it up. She looked at her quietly and said, "On the contrary, I came to let you see him one last time."

Shu Yun's maid ran over and fished the hand warmer out of the snow, brushing off the snow, but unfortunately, the snow water had seeped in and the charcoal had already gone out.

Yanran was stunned for a moment. "What?"

The winter wind whipped up Shu Yun's long, black hair. Her voice was clear and melodious, a stark contrast to her own. Yanran clearly heard her say, "You're lucky to have met me now, someone who has faced his coldness. If it were before, I would have let you freeze to death at the Xie mansion's gate."