Seven days before New Year's Eve, the Marquis Zhenbei sent a formal invitation to Fengyu, inviting her to visit his residence for a gathering. Just two days ago, she had delivered the annual New Year's gifts to the Marquis Mansion, so the Marchioness extending such an invitation seemed reasonable.
What she did not expect was for Xie Xun to personally come to escort her. He led a troop of mounted soldiers, standing solemnly in front of her house. The young marquis was dressed in black, astride a white horse; snowflakes clung to his brows, making him appear even more aloof and frost-like. Fengyu stood at the doorway, gazing at him from afar. Their eyes met, yet neither spoke. It was their first meeting since the palace banquet. Fengyu's heart suddenly raced, and she quickly averted her gaze from those cold yet sentimental eyes.
