She suddenly turned a subtle shade upon remembering something.
Oh no, she hadn't yet revealed the truth about that night's events Little Zaijun experienced!
But who knew where that girl had run off to.
If she came back and bumped into Shen Lin, wouldn't that be—
Like sparks colliding with the Earth—boom.
The sky in the courtyard was growing darker by the minute, the winter sky also becoming a murky gray.
There was a hint of indescribable blue.
Like a watercolor painting with intensified shades, spreading widely in large swaths.
By then, small snowflakes began drifting through the air, gently twirling with the wind.
When Li Zaijun received the message to come back for dinner, it was snowing heavily.
Everything was pale and hushed in the night, settled into silence, only the myriad lights seemed to overflow with a lively atmosphere.
When she reached the door, she took a deep breath.
Suddenly, the white frost spread out.
