The young villager named Xi Yue, clad in a red cloak, sat in the Shuixin Pavilion admiring the snow. Chen Fengdu, with hair as white as snow, held her in his embrace. From a distance, the scene was exceedingly poetic and picturesque.
On the stone table in the Shuixin Pavilion, there were also Xi Yue's favorite snowflake crisps.
Xi Yue leaned against Chen Fengdu's chest, feeding him snowflake crisps. Seeing that Chen Fengdu still had a stern face, Xi Yue said, "Still angry? What's there to be angry about? Doesn't this just prove your foresight is spot on? That the person you picked really has the capability, the means, and the courage."
"Hmph!" Chen Fengdu couldn't swallow his pride.
