The wind suddenly picked up, swirling the snow from the ground with the flakes falling from the sky, blending into waves that obscured the visibility.
Su Fu simply closed his umbrella and stood alone on the hillock.
In the midst of the swirling snowstorm, one could still spot Xiao Song in his crimson official uniform, methodically directing his subordinates in their search for something.
Just a moment ago, as Xiao Song draped his cloak over Ran Yan, even though he was usually not one prone to emotional fluctuations, he distinctly felt both happiness and sorrow.
Happy about what? And sad about what? Su Fu wasn't quite sure.
Ran Yan held a special place in his heart. She resembled him in certain ways and was the only one he deemed trustworthy.
Perhaps, he was happy for her, that she had finally found a worthy destination rather than wandering the world alone as he did; but sorrowful that her destination ultimately had nothing to do with him.
