Gu Jiao’s ears tingled, and her little heart skipped a beat with a sudden thump.

Xiao Heng was wrapped in a silver fox cloak, its soft fur gently swaying in the cold wind and brushing lightly against his handsome face.

Though it had only been two months since they last saw each other, he seemed to have grown taller and more refined, his features now even more exquisite and strikingly handsome; his gaze exuding the composed nobility of someone born into imperial royalty, yet without the slightest hint of arrogance.

Behind him, the vast expanse of snow stretched endlessly, blanketing the world in pure white like a painting of rivers and mountains, but not even such a breathtaking scene could outshine his elegance.