The snow was falling even harder.
Xue Yansi stood by the window, his figure slim and upright, with long silver hair cascading over his shoulders like moonlight flowing past. He wore a pure white robe, and from a distance, he seemed to merge with the snowy scene, like someone stepping out of a painting.
He extended his cold, white, slender fingers to catch a snowflake.
The snowflake did not melt immediately in his palm, staying intact until the sound of the door opening, along with a cold draft, swept it away from his fingertips.
The person who came in was, of course, Shen Tang.
She gazed at the cold and aloof man before her, momentarily lost in thought, unintentionally murmuring softly, "Yin Zhou..."
Xue Yansi turned to look at her, his gaze differing from its usual coldness, tinged instead with a hint of complex emotion.
He asked, "The Yin Zhou you mentioned... who exactly is he?"
