Baili An's hand which had been raised to push away suddenly froze.
The cold indifference in his eyes transformed into astonishment, his eyes widened, and his expression seemed somewhat blank.
Seeing his reaction, Rong Lijun, who had originally been teasing, was also taken aback.
He touched his own face, thinking he had made some mistake.
Yet beneath his palm, the Immortal Lord's face was still flawless, with no trace of any flaw.
Yin Baishuang saw the two under the umbrella suddenly 'gaze deeply' at each other.
Baili An didn't even push away the annoying presence, closely sheltering from the wind and snow under the umbrella.
He seemed mesmerized, looking as if he'd lost his soul.
For a moment, the Young Palace Master Yin felt as if the sky was collapsing.
Grievance surged over her, overwhelming like a tide.
She walked over with a cold face, eyes rimmed red, and stomped heavily on Baili An's foot.
Then, without saying a word, she rushed into the wind and snow.
