琳的眼眸閃爍著淚光。這或許是一個母親的悲劇，但那個被拋棄的孩子呢？"你說，這個孩子恨他的母親嗎？”也許這位母親隻想知道答案吧。應該是會恨的，畢竟是敬愛的母親做出了這種事。"誰知道呢？”阿飄嘴角上揚，伸手勾起齊琳的下巴，讓她看著自己，開口問道，“如果是你，你覺得不會恨嗎？”會不會呢？她不知道，或許知道卻不想評論。看著阿飄深邃的眼睛，她忽然覺得，這也許就是白千燁的眼神：冷漠、孤獨。"那麼，我也給你講一...Chapter 13: A Meeting of Minds, Intimate Conversations in the Snow - Isn't This Great

Oult What does it mean

"I forgot again. For me, there's only one thing to say: my update speed is n times faster than other sites, with fewer ads." Qi Lin turned around and supported herself on the snow with one hand, raising her wine jar for a few sips before continuing, "Free love means being able to do whatever you want with someone you like in a place where no one else can interfere. Of course, there should be no ulterior motives involved. Do you understand"

Feng Changqing smiled without replying; such concepts were completely irrelevant in his world. His consorts were either daughters of nobility or people who could help him secure the throne, and Qi Lin's words sounded like nonsense.

Because

"I forgot again. The Emperor won't love anyone else." Qi Lin looked up at Feng Changqing’s handsome face, patted it gently with her hand, and shook her head sympathetically, saying, "Poor kid, life is short yet you'll never know what falling in love feels like or what it's like to be loved by someone. ♀"

Lifting his head, he finished drinking all the wine from the jar, leaving a little in his mouth. He smiled at Qi Lin and slowly swallowed the remaining wine, but an unruly hand slipped down from his face to his throat, mischievously circling around.

"In some ways, we are similar," Qi Lin also extended sympathy toward herself, chuckling self-deprecatingly. "I am too afraid to love others and accept their love in return, so I am a woman lacking affection. However, if one day I meet the man I like, hahaha, I will definitely throw myself at him without hesitation."

But there would never be such a day.

This was what Qi Lin thought, and this was also what Feng Changqing believed.

In this manner, Qi Lin drew circles on Feng Changqing's throat with her hand as she shared her views on love, which were those of the 21st century. Initially silent, Feng Changqing gradually joined in, interjecting when he heard something novel. The two acted like close friends who could talk about anything.

From their perspectives on love to their views on life, and then to ancient poets, although Qi Lin knew little about classical poetry, she recited her favorite ones with flair under the influence of wine.

"When drinking with a kindred spirit, thousands of cups are too few; when words don't align, even half a sentence is too much. I know afar that there's a pot of wine on the lake and it can evoke memories of someone far away."

"Well said, 'when drinking with a kindred spirit, thousands of cups are too few; when words don't align, even half a sentence is too much.'"

After saying this, both looked at each other and smiled, raising the wine jar together to say "Cheers."

This was a new phrase Qi Lin taught Feng Changqing.

"Bang"

Unexpectedly, their strength was too great, smashing the wine jar. Only some shards remained in their hands. They were stunned for a moment and then burst out laughing heartily.

Zi Lin spread her arms wide to welcome the heavy snow, yearning for the days of ice skating, even though she would always fall flat on her face. The snow on the ground had already been trampled and ruined, but after looking around, she finally found an undisturbed patch of snow. Zi Lin ran over and carefully piled up the snow, while Feng Changqing walked over with a puzzled look.

"What are you doing" he asked, tilting his head in confusion at the pile of snow.

Zi Lin turned around and smiled, saying, "Building a snowman."

Building a snowman Feng Changqing was even more confused. A snowman But seeing Zi Lin play with snow like a child, he too started to build one.

However, Feng Changqing didn't know how to build a snowman and kept destroying the base that Zi Lin had made. Frustrated by this, Zi Lin sent Feng Changqing off to bring over more white snow instead of fixing it herself. Yet Feng Changqing wanted to stay with Zi Lin; seeing the ruined pile of snow, he smiled slightly and gathered his inner strength in his palms. With a slight inhalation of breath, he flew up onto the rooftop and directed his inner strength so that all the surrounding snow floated over and converged into his palm.

Zi Lin was completely oblivious to this magnificent scene; she was focused on sculpting the head of her snowman. She stood up carefully to inspect it, buthe slightly raised her corners of mouth and said, “Stop.”Even though she didn't understand why Qilin wanted them to stop, Lüzhu still instructed the coachman to do so.After getting off the carriage, t...