After arriving at the mansion, Zheng Wanqing couldn't calm down for a long time. She stood alone by the window of the study, staring out of the window in a daze. The world outside the window seemed to be in a silent silence, just like her thoughts. The moonlight passed through the clouds, casting mottled shadows on the snow.

Xie Yun saw her frail body standing in front of the window, like a leaf swaying in the wind. He took a soft blanket from a chair nearby, walked to her side, draped it over her, and said gently, "It's getting colder, don't catch a cold." The blanket, with the warmth of his palm, gently covered her shoulders.

The blanket gently brushed against her cheek, making Zheng Wanqing feel itchy, and she came to her senses from her deep thoughts. She took the blanket and thanked him softly.

"What are you thinking about?" Xie Yun gently hugged her from behind through the blanket, his chin gently resting on her shoulder. His breath brushed past her ears, carrying a faint scent of Longjing tea.

Zheng Wanqing leaned into his arms habitually, and then said what she had read in the newspaper: "Free marriage should still be advocated, and bad habits like foot binding should be abolished, but those who still stick to the old habits cannot be changed all at once. Just like Lin Hezhi's wife, it was not her fault, it was the tragedy of the times, but why did she have to suffer?" Her fingers unconsciously twisted the edge of the blanket, and her knuckles turned slightly white.

Xie Yun frowned slightly and said softly: "Everyone has their own destiny. Madam, please don't worry too much." He tightened his arm around her waist, as if to separate her from those worries.

Zheng Wanqing shook her head and said, "Today, Ji Chen and I discussed the topic of arranged marriage and free marriage. He gave me some inspiration, which I found quite useful. I want to publish a new article in the newspaper next." As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the person behind her breathe slightly stagnant.

Hearing the name "Ji Chen", Xie Yun's tone was filled with a barely perceptible jealousy: "I did see you chatting and laughing with that editor Ji Chen today." There was a deliberately suppressed tension in his voice.

Zheng Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and she immediately realized that he was jealous again. But this time, she did not tease him as usual, and she just felt a little wronged. Xie Yun said that he did not believe her, but she still had to be with Ji Chen, so could he be suspicious for no reason? She felt it was necessary to explain it to him clearly.

She turned around in his arms wrapped in a blanket and looked him in the eye. Her eyes were firm and serious: "Yumin, I believe that marriage needs love and trust to bless it."

Seeing her eyes slightly red, Xie Yun felt distressed. He quickly said, "I am innocent, Wanqing. I don't mean to disbelieve you..." He paused.

In fact, he did not distrust Zheng Wanqing. It was just that in this incident, he suddenly realized that his marriage with her might not be what she really wanted, and this was just his selfish possession.

The gleam in her eyes when she discussed new ideas with Ji Chen was something she had never seen before when she was with him.

He knew very well that he was not like Ji Chen, a scholar who could talk freely with her about literature. She was a daughter who had studied abroad and had seen the vast world and had advanced ideas. He himself might still be a conservative person from beginning to end. Could she really like him like this?

"Wanqing, you said that marriage requires love and trust, so do you love me?" Xie Yun looked at her intently, with a hint of nervousness and anticipation in his eyes.

Zheng Wanqing was at a loss for words when he asked her this question. Her fingers unconsciously touched the front of his military uniform and touched the cold brass button.

Love? She and him were just a political and business marriage at the beginning. How could she love him at that time? She even had too many stereotypes about him and was very resistant to him at the beginning.

However, during the time she spent with him, she gradually understood this person. She knew clearly that this person was gentle, considerate and delicate in nature.

She didn't expect that he was secretly assisting the students who were demonstrating at the Japanese Consulate and the editors of Guanghua Bookstore. She also didn't expect that he, who seemed serious, would listen to folk songs, take her to his old house, and talk to her about the past.

She once thought that this was just a union of interests. But now it seems that every day since she came here, her husband has been particularly considerate and doting on her. It is impossible to say that she has been with such a beautiful person day and night for almost half a century without having any feelings for him. But if it comes to love... it may not be to this extent.

Seeing that she didn't respond to him, Xie Yun's eyes flashed with a trace of loneliness. He turned his head slightly, looked at the snow falling outside the window, and said softly, "It's snowing."

Hearing the sound, Zheng Wanqing quickly turned her head and looked out the window. She saw the fluttering snowflakes like angel feathers, lightly falling to the earth.

At first, the snowflakes were sparse, as if testing the world. Gradually, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the flying snowflakes seemed to weave a huge white curtain, decorating the whole world like a dream.

This was the first snow she and Xie Yun had ever seen.

Just as she was fascinated by the scene, Xie Yun's voice came from her ear: "Wanqing, in fact, we have met in front of the Japanese consulate..."