Jiang Huaiyu smiled gently and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions. Sometimes we lament the fleeting spring, and sometimes we grieve the heartlessness of autumn. Look at this snow. It falls today and melts tomorrow. Today it is pure white and flawless, but tomorrow it may be covered with dust. But in the end, it is still the same snow."
"That's true."
Bai Yujing's tone was firm and unwavering, like a snowflake on solid ice, leaving no room for doubt: "Even if a snowflake turns into flowing water, that flowing water still carries the past of the snow. Even if it merges into the soil and becomes stained with dust, its original purity cannot be erased. We cannot deny that it was once pure snow just because its form has changed."
Jiang Huaiyu's eyes flickered as she gazed at him. His cheeks, frozen like the sunset, resembled a sweet persimmon covered in frost in early winter.
"Then I am still me, aren't I?"
Bai Yujing gently rubbed his hands together, then lightly placed his warm palms on her cheeks, and replied gently, "You will always be the one and only Jiang Huaiyu."
Jiang Huaiyu suddenly burst into laughter, burying her head gently in Bai Yujing's arms.
“I’ve made up my mind. We’ll move to Yuqian Lane today. I want to play a melodious tune for you under that lush bamboo grove.”
Bai Yujing gently stroked her hair and politely agreed, "Very well, let's enjoy tea and admire the snow there, playing the zither and flute."
The two stepped out of the attic, where Granny Fang had been waiting at the top of the stairs for some time. As soon as they appeared, she immediately handed them two hand warmers.
“Young Miss, Young Master, you two are truly enjoying yourselves, braving the cold to admire the snow scene from the attic. Madam specially sent me to invite you, but she didn’t want me to disturb you, so I can only wait patiently here.”
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