The days were as placid as water. After the Female Emperor left, only three people remained at home.
The brother and sister still lived peacefully and happily, unaware that a great calamity would descend upon them in the future.
Luo Yan did not interrupt this brief, hard-won happiness.
The wheels of history were rolling forward. The tangled time and space would ultimately set history right.
"Older Brother Luo Yan, why do you seem a little unhappy?" Ye Nannan climbed onto Luo Yan's shoulder and asked cautiously.
"Do I? Is it that obvious?"
The little girl said very seriously, "Yes! Older Brother Luo Yan practically has 'unhappy' written all over his face."
Ye Ping rubbed his chin, a rare gleam of insight in his eyes, and whispered into Ye Nannan's ear, "Brother Luo Yan is obviously missing Sister!"
Ye Nannan exclaimed in surprise, "So Older Brother Luo Yan is missing Sister! I've decided. When Sister comes back, you two should get married!"
Luo Yan did not know whether to laugh or cry. So the Female Emperor had been this mischievous as a child.
The cold winter wind blew the last yellow leaf from the branches, leaving the bare limbs wrapped in nothing but bark. Haze veiled the white sky, and countless snowflakes fell from it, dancing between heaven and earth on a faint breeze.
The two little ones, bundled up like little rice dumplings, gazed at the sky in surprise and habitually tugged at their thick cotton clothes. Only then did they remember that this winter, they had thick clothing to keep them warm. Snow filling the sky did not necessarily herald bitter, grueling winter days; it could also mean that nature's beautiful story was about to turn a brand-new page.
Ye Nannan hugged Luo Yan. "Before Older Brother Luo Yan