A cold wind swept through, signaling that winter was near, and faint snowflakes seemed to dance on the edge of the sky.
Scattered blossoms of snow, as though about to descend unannounced.
The snow came overnight, perfectly echoing the verse: "Suddenly, like a spring breeze in the night, thousands upon thousands of pear blossoms bloom."
"He won't marry you!"
Min Ning's mind flickered back to her sister's heartfelt words.
She gazed at the man slowly turning to face her, his expression tinged with amusement.
Marry… What a foreign concept that was.
Since long, long ago, Min Ning had never considered the idea of marriage, even though she had reached the appropriate age. It was something so distant to her.
Not because there wasn't anyone she admired, but because she never thought about marriage—perhaps it was that she never considered marriage and thus never found someone deserving of her admiration.
With her status, who could possibly marry her? And whom could she ever marry?
