Only when winter's plum was plucked did its fragrance unfold,
Ink from the inkstone splashed the snow, staining bridal red.
A candle on its stand flickered against the paper window,
Half a tattered scroll recorded the night's bustle.
A rooster's crow summoned the new year; the first sunlight cleared the old snow...
Su Jingyan slowly opened his eyes and glanced inward out of habit. This time, the beauty had not yet risen.
Su Jingyan reached out to cup Ning Baixue's jade-like swell, then smiled in satisfaction.
Ning Baixue slowly opened her eyes to look at Su Jingyan, calmly caught his hand, and flung it aside...
"Time to get up..." Ning Baixue looked at Su Jingyan and spoke slowly.
"It's New Year's Day. We can sleep a little longer." Shamelessly, Su Jingyan reached over and cupped her again.
Ning Baixue watched Su Jingyan with a calm expression. Su Jingyan slowly turned his head away, but his wandering hand never stopped...
Ning Baixue sighed and no longer stopped him from doing as he pleased.
A moment later, Su Jingyan seemed somewhat unsatisfied and turned to look at Ning Baixue.
Seeing the look in Su Jingyan's eyes, Ning Baixue slowly turned her head away...
"Let's get married..."
The two sat facing each other in the loft. A small stove simmered on the table between them, its rising steam set against the boundless white snow outside.
Su Jingyan slowly spoke those words to Ning Baixue.
Ning Baixue raised her head to look at Su Jingyan, her chopsticks pausing in her hand. After a long while, she nodded.
"All right!"
The two finished their meal in silence...
"I'll take you somewhere." Su Jingyan set down his bowl and chopsticks and spoke slowly.
Ning Baixue took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped her mouth, then