The streets have already lost their usual summer heat.

Early winter lacks the stark beauty of midwinter; it only has a cool, dry wind blowing gently and overcast days without sunshine. Yet, it is beautiful in its own way. As people begin to adorn themselves with pretty, warm winter clothes, they also beautify this early winter season.

Li Baobei wore a light pink dress and a light pink and white veil, revealing only her beautiful neck and clearly visible collarbone.

Her skirt flowed like light silk, cascading to the ground and trailing more than three feet, making her appear even more pure and gentle.

Her long, black hair was tied up with a ribbon, and a clear, flawless pale pink jade hairpin adorned her head. A strand of hair gently fell to her chest. She wore light makeup, adding only a touch of color. The faint blush on her cheeks created a delicate and lovely look, as pure as flower petals. She was like a flower fairy fluttering in the wind, or as pure and noble as a clear and pure snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains.

Passersby couldn't help but turn around to look; such a beauty was a rare find, truly one in a hundred years.

Bizhu blinked at her mistress and asked, "Miss, where shall we go for a walk?"

Li Baobei didn't know where she wanted to go.

He then said casually, "Let's just wander around. I don't know where I want to go."

The two wandered aimlessly down the street.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at the gate of Dali Temple, and only then did she realize that she had been walking for half an hour.

She looked up at the entrance of Dali Temple, her eyes lingering there for a long time.

What is he doing now? Does he even think about me?

“How could he possibly think of me? I’ve only ever been a passerby in his life. She should be with Gu Yan; they’re a perfect match.”

Bizhu found it strange that her young mistress hadn't moved any further.

"Why is Miss staring blankly at the Dali Temple? She has never been to this place before."

Seeing that Li Baobei hadn't left, Bizhu stood quietly beside her without saying a word.

Suddenly, the figure of the War Slave appeared from inside the gate of Dali Temple, his face somewhat gloomy.

Li Baobei forgot her current predicament and walked over to the war slave, asking, "How is Lord He?"

Zhan Nu was taken aback. "Why would the third young lady of Prime Minister Li's mansion care about you, sir? This is truly outrageous."

He then took another closer look at Li Baobei, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Why does she look a bit like Li Dabao?"

It took the slave a while to come to his senses. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "My lord has been doing quite well lately. Thank you for your concern, Miss Li. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, the slave turned and left.

He was filled with a million questions. Why did the Third Miss look so much like Li Dabao? Why did Anji and Li Dabao suddenly disappear? It was as if they had vanished into thin air. He hadn't seen them for a month.

Although the War Slave found all of this very strange, the state of the adult before him was what was most worrying.

The war slave frowned and hurried away.

Watching the warrior slave's departing figure, Li Baobei couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself, "Sigh! The warrior slave doesn't know that Li Dabao is the third young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion. Asking like that was really too abrupt."

Judging from Zhan Nu's expression and tone, things must not be going well for Lord He lately!

Li Baobei shook her head helplessly. She wanted to go in and find him, but she still didn't know how to face him. She hesitated and couldn't bring herself to take the first step.

That's enough!

"Bizhu, let's go back! It's so cold."

Although Bizhu didn't understand why her mistress knew that the guard who had just left was called Zhannu, she also didn't understand why her mistress cared about Heyou.

Since the young lady was unwilling to talk about it, she wouldn't ask any further questions.

"Yes, let's go back, miss. It's definitely getting colder!"

The two small figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

He You sat in the study of Dali Temple with a gloomy expression.

He naturally didn't know the people passing by the gate.

The doors and windows of the study were tightly closed, and the room was extremely dark.

He sat motionless in the chair, his body like a withered tree, his soul seemingly detached from his body, sitting there empty and desolate, which couldn't help but evoke a sense of sorrow.

At this moment, He You didn't know what he should do either.

He would only quietly go to Li Baobei's roof at night, and only by listening to her even breathing as she slept could he feel a sense of peace and comfort.

He felt empty inside, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life.

This feeling is impossible to suppress; sometimes it transforms into endless desolation, leading to utter despair, excruciating pain, and an inability to breathe.

He could never forget the way she looked at him that day.

They stared at him with emptiness, unfamiliarity, and despair, as if looking at a demon.

He felt so powerless, and sometimes a crazy idea would pop into his head.

He wanted to keep her firmly by his side. No matter how afraid she was of him, keeping her locked up was enough for him.

As long as she's by my side, no matter how much she hates me, it doesn't matter...

These two ideas kept flooding into his mind, bombarding every nerve in his body.

The tightly closed door slowly opened, and the sudden light that streamed in stung his eyes.

He You closed his eyes briefly, and in his daze, he seemed to see that petite person walk in, happily saying to him, "My lord, I'm back..."

After a while, He You gradually came to his senses. The cold wind slowly seeping in through the crack in the door stung him, and no one came in from outside. A sense of loss and emptiness welled up inside him.

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