A straight man transmigrates into an ABO world and upgrades his beauty by pretending to be an Alpha.

Qin Zijian walked on the snow, each step making a crisp crunching sound.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Qin Zijian suddenly started running wildly through the snow.

The light green hair ribbon was swept up by the cold wind, drifting towards the sky before falling rapidly back down.

"Young master... please slow down, be careful not to fall." The maids called out behind him.

Qin Zijian seemed not to hear him and continued running into the distance.

After falling, he quickly got up and finally staggered to a clump of green bamboo.

Standing straight, head tilted back, gazing upwards without blinking.

A few fine snowflakes drifted down onto the bamboo leaves.

The bent bamboo stalks made a creaking sound from time to time.

The palace servants rushed to his side and picked up the cloak and hand warmer that had fallen on the snow, intending to put them on Qin Zijian.

However, Qin Zijian's mind was not on that at all.

The palace maid carefully handed the hand warmer to him.

However, Qin Zijian acted as if he hadn't seen them at all, not even glancing at them.

His gaze was fixed on a few green bamboos not far away, bent under the weight of the snow.

He raised his hand slightly and spoke calmly.

"Go and get me a pole..."

Upon hearing this, the people around looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

But knowing Qin Zijian's temperament, they all turned around and went to find a suitable pole.

Before long, a long pole was delivered to Qin Zijian.

He took the pole and gripped it tightly with both hands.

Then he raised it high and struck the snow on the bamboo leaves with all his might.

Then a series of crackling sounds came from behind.

The thick layer of snow that had been piled up on the bamboo leaves suddenly cascaded down like a white waterfall.

As the snow continued to fall, the bamboo, which had been bent over under the weight, seemed to be suddenly freed.

It emitted a slight creaking sound and regained its former upright and verdant appearance.

A lot of snow fell on Qin Zijian.

But he didn't care at all, his eyes fixed on the bamboo, a smile playing on his lips.

When He Louxiong came to pick him up, he heard this sound from inside the carriage.

Qin Zijian swung his pole again and again until all the snow on the bamboo leaves was knocked off.

As the last snowflake fell to the ground, he slowly stopped moving and straightened up.

The smile on his face vanished, and his eyes dimmed in an instant.

"Young master, it's cold outside. Let's go back first, lest we catch a cold again."

Qin Zijian reluctantly withdrew his gaze and turned to walk back.

"When will it snow?" Qin Zijian asked, a rare occurrence for him.

"This servant doesn't know if it should take some time."

Qin Zijian sniffed his nose, which was red from the cold, and muttered to himself.

"Then I'll come back in a few days!"

Qin Zijian walked forward slowly, seemingly lost in thought.

He would occasionally reach out with his right hand and casually ruffle his hair.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he froze on the spot.

His expression visibly turned panicked.

Without hesitation, he casually tossed aside the hand warmer he had been holding.

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and he frantically reached into his hair.

"My hairband, my hairband... Has anyone seen my hairband?" she cried, her voice filled with panic.

He tightly gripped a passing maidservant.

The force was so great that it almost bruised the other person's arm.

Even his voice trembled slightly when he spoke.

"Help me find it! My headband is missing!"

The maid was startled at first, but after she calmed down...

He carefully examined Qin Zijian's hair, then gently shook his head and said.

"No, Young Master Qin, you don't have any hair ribbon on your head."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zijian's eyes turned red with anxiety.

He lowered his head as much as he could, wishing he could get right up to the maid's face.

He shouted loudly so that she could see the location he was pointing to more clearly.

"How could it not be there? It's clearly right here! It's blue! Look again, it's tied right here!"

However, no matter how he explained, the maid still shook her head.

Qin Zijian was completely panicked and muttered to himself with a sob in his voice.

"That's impossible, it's always been above my head, it can't be hidden from view..."

Qin Zijian began frantically searching around like a headless fly.

“I think I did see a hairband on your head just now, young master.”

Qin Zijian pushed through the crowd and, with his head down, searched frantically across the thick snow.

"It's gone...it's gone...where is it? It's gone..."

Qin Zijian followed the footprints as he searched, his hands turning purple from the cold.

I accidentally fell to the ground, but was suddenly caught by a pair of hands.

"Is this what you're looking for?" a gentle voice came from above him.

Qin Zijian subconsciously looked up and saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him.

What she held in her hand was none other than the hairband that He Louxiong had bought for him before his death.

"It's mine, it's my hairband!"

Qin Zijian's voice trembled with excitement.

My eyes instantly welled up with tears, and I almost burst into tears.

He eagerly reached out and took the hairband from the woman's hand.

She sat directly on the ground and started tying her hair onto her long hair.

However, because his fingers were frozen, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tie them up.

At this moment, the woman gently bent down and carefully helped Qin Zijian up.

She said softly, "Don't rush, I'll help you tie it."

Qin Zijian was slightly taken aback, a hint of hesitation flashing through his mind.

But just a moment later, he obediently stood up straight.

The woman's slender fingers gently brushed through Qin Zijian's thin hair.

With extremely gentle movements, she slowly and neatly gathered his hair.

Then, she carefully smoothed the hairband and gently tied it in Qin Zijian's hair.

After tying her hair ribbon, the woman gently extended her hand to the maid beside her.

The maid understood immediately and quickly stepped forward, handing the cloak to the woman.

The woman took the cloak and leaned closer to Qin Zijian again.

I helped him put the cloak on and fastened it around his body.

I helped him pull his clothes tighter and gently patted the snow off him.

He handed the hand warmer to Qin Zijian, who took it while looking at the woman in front of him.

He felt that this person was unusually familiar to him.

"What's your name? How should I address you?"

The woman smiled gently, like a serene lotus flower, bringing peace to the heart.

You can just call me Wen Wan.

Yu Wenwan looked up at Qin Zijian and was momentarily dazed.

You bear a striking resemblance to an old friend of mine.

If he were still alive, he would be about your age.

Qin Zijian looked at her and suddenly laughed. His laughter seemed to make the world lose its color.

Yu Wenwan glanced at Qin Zijian and slowly spoke.

"No wonder there are rumors that the emperor is bewitched by a beautiful woman and neglects state affairs."

In retrospect, it wasn't an exaggeration after all.