At the entrance.
Lin Qingyi had just raised her hand, ready to knock on the gate.
The next moment.
She felt an inexplicable discomfort.
"Strange!" She glanced around, yet found nothing out of the ordinary before withdrawing her gaze.
Elsewhere.
Jiang Ning rubbed his nose, a smile tugging at his lips.
Then he rose to his feet.
Knock—
Knock—
Knock—
Lin Qingyi knocked on the front gate.
The gate was soon opened.
"Qingyi!" Looking at the woman standing in the snow beyond the gate, clad in a long azure dress that trailed across the ground as though it had melted into the snowy earth.
A faint smile appeared on Jiang Ning's face.
Upon seeing Jiang Ning, Lin Qingyi gave him a suspicious look.
"How did you know I was coming?"
"I didn't," Jiang Ning said.
"If you didn't know, how did you appear so promptly?" Lin Qingyi looked straight into Jiang Ning's eyes, their gazes meeting.
Jiang Ning rubbed his nose again.
Seeing this, Lin Qingyi shot him a fierce glare.
Her instincts told her that the strange sensation she had just felt was no illusion—it had come from Jiang Ning spying on her.
And his perfectly timed appearance further confirmed it in her heart.
"Help me lift my skirt," Lin Qingyi said to Jiang Ning, who stood beside her. "It keeps dragging on the ground. It'll get filthy."
Jiang Ning casually lifted the hem of Lin Qingyi's dress. With a glance, he saw her smooth, bare calves beneath it.
"Aren't you cold, Sister Lin? Your legs are bare in weather like this!"
"It looks good," Lin Qingyi said.
Then she smiled faintly. "Would a Grandmaster fear the cold?"
"A Grandmaster?" Jiang Ning's eyes widened.
Seeing his expression, Lin Qingyi could not help but smile. The corners of her lips