The sun hangs high, icicles drip water downward, and within the red-walled, golden-tiled palace lies a world of melting snow.
Bai Zhi'er is wearing a bright red little cotton-padded jacket, adorned with golden embroidered clouds.
Her jet-black, soft hair is braided into two small pigtails tied with golden butterflies.
This further accentuates the delicate whiteness of her cheeks, soft and tender like a peeled egg, with a hint of pink on her chubby face.
She squats by the palace road, holding a small bowl with a bit of minced meat.
"Dahua, come quickly, there's something tasty for you!" Bai Zhi'er shakes the little bowl.
A group of palace attendants accompanies her, all watching the princess's actions with smiles.
Bai Zhi'er calls out for a while but does not see the cat's trace.
Qingmei laughs, "Princess, this Dahua cat is very cautious; I think you should leave the bowl here, and it will come out to eat in a while."
