“It certainly is Winter- the snow keeps on falling,” commented Zhao Yun as the two lovers rode through the snow-covered forest. Holding his hand out, he watched as the small snowflakes gently landed in the centre of his palm, so delicate that a mere touch would completely destroy it.

It was snowing lightly today, yet Cao Pi had insisted that the two go for a ride, the reason for it being something Zhao Yun did not know. Yet he would never reject an offer from his lover, so he ignored the cold and pressed on.

They rode further into the forest, until finally Cao Pi signalled for the other to stop.

“We’re here.”

Slowly bringing their horses to a stop, the two feasted their eyes upon the glorious sight of the myriad of plum blossom trees, their thin branches heavily laden with snow, the small, pink flowers delicately touched with the white frost.

“...it’s beautiful,” Zhao Yun breathed.

Cao Pi only gave a small smirk. “I always come here to view the plum blossoms during this time of year. This time, I wanted to bring you here as well.”

Zhao Yun never had the chance to relax or do something as simple as view the flowers due to always being called to the front lines.

His life flew by before his very eyes, but the Wei emperor had halted it for him.

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They continued to ride their horses quietly through the snow, the horses’ hooves making marks in the snow-covered floor, the prints soon to be covered by the falling snow, as if they had never been there.