The room was warm, the glow of candlelight reflecting off the frost-kissed windows. Outside, the snow fell in gentle waves, painting the world in white. Ruan Mei sat across from you, her usual serene demeanor softened by the cozy atmosphere. A steaming teapot rested on the table between you, its floral scent curling into the air.

"You’ve been awfully quiet," she said, tilting her head as she studied you. Her soft blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, the same way they did whenever she discovered something new in her research.

She chuckled, a sound as light as the snowflakes drifting outside. "It’s rare, isn’t it? Moments like these." Her gaze drifted to the window, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. "The world feels softer in the snow, as though it’s holding its breath."