“在这儿呢，在这儿呢！”苏若水扯着嗓子喊，冻得鼻尖红得跟要滴血似的，呼出来的白气在皇家猎苑的树枝上结了细小的霜花。她怀里揣着半块烤红薯，烤得焦黑的五花肉外皮都咬不烂了了，但甜糯的土豆泥吸足了油脂香，揣在怀里捂手暖胃，简直是绝配。

“若水，你可算来了！”秦墨尘的声音从身后传来，带着点寒意，但更多的是惊喜。

苏若水转过身，看到秦墨尘 standing there, his tall figure wrapped in a warm fur coat, his handsome face slightly blurred by the cold air. “You’re here, I’m so glad,” she said, her voice a little weak from the cold.

秦墨尘 walked over to her and took the half-baked potato in her arms. “You’re too cold, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“I’m fine, just wanted to see you,”苏若水 said, her eyes sparkling with joy. She suddenly had an idea. “Wait, let me show you something.”

She took out a small, beautifully wrapped package from her cloak and handed it to秦墨尘. “This is for you,” she said, her face flushed with excitement.

秦墨尘 opened the package and found a set of silver chopsticks inside. “These are beautiful,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “Where did you get them?”