Maybe when this winter is over, the young ones who used to study in Maoqin Hall back then can still sit together like this, watch the flowers bloom and fall, drink a jar of apricot blossom wine, and fight for the first bite of meat.
It seems the original story wasn't like this, but this is... very, very nice.
In a short while, there were only Gu Lan and Rong Heng left in the Step Lotus Hall.
Rong Heng lowered his eyes to gaze at the young girl sleeping soundly in the crook of his arm, the moonlight dancing across her face, casting a lustrous silver sheen on her bright features. He gently wrapped his arm tighter, and carefully lifted her in his arms.
"Lanlan, Prince Xiang indeed wants more than just to marry Miss Gu," he murmured to himself, unable to resist placing a gentle kiss on Gu Lan's forehead.
