The Back Mountain lay cloaked in silver snow.
A gentle breeze stirred, carrying waves of plum blossom fragrance from afar until they seeped straight into the heart.
Cui Rong watched the Crown Prince with smiling eyes and softly curved brows.
This time, he had finally fulfilled the promise he and His Highness had made.
To walk through the snow together in search of plum blossoms.
Tap.
Looking at the plum blossoms buried beneath the snow, the Crown Prince raised a hand and gently brushed it away, revealing the red petals.
At the sight, Cui Rong's eyelid twitched.
He hurried forward and caught his hand. "Your Highness, don't touch the snow with your bare hands. You could get frostbite."
The Crown Prince paused, then lowered his gaze to the hand holding his own.
Suddenly, he said, "My hand..."
Only then did Cui Rong realize what he had done and hastily let go.
His gaze flickered. "Forgive me, Your Highness. I overstepped."
"My hand is cold."
The Crown Prince suddenly froze after speaking.
He stared blankly at his hand.
It seemed he had said something like that before.
...To whom?
A blurred figure suddenly flashed through his mind.
Before he could think any further,
a hand warmer was placed in his hands.
He looked up at the man before him.
"Your Highness, warm your hands with this for now," Cui Rong told him.
Cui Rong felt a little relief.
Just now, he had almost reached out instinctively to warm the Crown Prince's hands himself.
Fortunately, he had stopped himself in time.
His Highness is fine as he is now.
He doesn't need to remember our past.
One was the ruler, the other his subject. They were destined to have no future together.
Perhaps...it's better that His Highness has forgotten.
*Let these feelings