Outside the ancient pavilion, snow was falling heavily, and the trickling stream gradually got speckled with white snow, which eventually melted into the stream, the slightly warm stream being touched by the icy chill of the swirling snow.
Inside the ancient pavilion, a figure stood silently. The white robe fluttered in the cold wind, and perhaps noticing the cold, the person adjusted the white cloak draped over their shoulders. Suddenly turning around, the person's exquisite face was revealed unmistakably.
The young man's lips were red beneath white teeth, his face immaculate without a single flaw. He was as refined and pure as jade, his sparkling eyes seemed to hold countless star-like charms. At a glance, they were rid of all earthly filth, making anyone with a hint of greed or desire within their heart feel ashamed under those eyes.
