The cold wind blew the snow away,
The warm sun heralded spring.
Up in the loft, Su Jingyan stared intently at Ning Baixue.
The white snow melted away, and the little town in Jiangnan regained its poetic charm. The blue-green tiles and white walls lent the town the air of mist and rain.
Ning Baixue sat serenely in the loft, her white dress flowing gracefully, setting off her peerless beauty and making her seem transcendent, untouched by worldly dust.
Her formerly loose hair had been pinned up, and she held a white garment spread across her hands, slowly embroidering something.
"Do you have any more of the pills you gave me before?" Su Jingyan suddenly asked as he looked at Ning Baixue.
Ning Baixue raised her head uncomprehendingly and looked at Su Jingyan in utter bewilderment.
She had noticed that Su Jingyan suffered from a hidden ailment and had specially fetched those pills from the Sect, but now that he was strong and healthy, he no longer needed them.
Under Ning Baixue's scrutinizing gaze, Su Jingyan immediately said with some embarrassment, "I think... I could be a little stronger still..."
His words seemed to hint at something...
Ning Baixue rolled her eyes at Su Jingyan. Not bothering to respond, she lowered her head and continued sewing the white Confucian Robe.
Seeing Ning Baixue ignore him, Su Jingyan shrugged helplessly... At worst, I'll just exercise myself.
A long while later, Ning Baixue rose, walked over to Su Jingyan, and said softly:
"Stand up!"
Su Jingyan obediently stood. Ning Baixue held the finished white Confucian Robe against his body and examined it carefully, then slowly shook her head and turned back to make further alterations...
Watching Ning Baixue's graceful, clever manner, Su Jingyan stirred with desire, like one who had tasted marrow