So it was You Su himself he was talking about in the first part, not her.
And in the last part, the plum blossom weighed down by the cold snow, unable to sleep due to worries, was actually her.
So, in his eyes, am I the proud, snow-resistant plum blossom...?
Ji Xueruo's eyes were bright, yet she disdainfully spat,
"This blind man is really too full of himself. How could he know I can't sleep, or that I'd be thinking of him when I can't? Pah..."
Comparing his affection for the plum blossom to irrevocable ice, how shameless.
Though Ji Xueruo said and thought this way, the slight upward curve of her lips betrayed her true feelings.
She sighed softly; she had never complained about her fate to anyone. Yet this blind man, though he could not see, perceived the heavy responsibilities she bore, as dense as falling snow.
It turned out, he really understands me...
Ji Xueruo spread out the letter paper, wanting to write a reply to her sister, and also... to that blind man.
