The morning radiance of the Spirit-Burning Palace shone down. The wind and snow had completely ceased, and the snow-covered courtyard, as though it had weathered a war, had sunk into silence.
This quiet was exceptionally pleasant.
Li Tianming's snow-white hair lay spread out as he reclined on the snow, squinting at the blazing sun overhead. His entire body was sprawled in the shape of a "big" character, while Jiang Feiling rested on his arm, burying her face in his armpit and covering it with both hands, her whole body curled up completely.
"Hey, you're getting so close. What, do I not have body odor?"
Li Tianming said, caught between laughter and tears. This girl had practically buried her entire face in his arms.
"Ah, stop talking! So embarrassing..."
She freed one hand and pinched Li Tianming's arm, her voice as faint as a breeze.
Even if she moved her palm only slightly, he could see the drunken flush on her cheeks. Even her gaze remained hazy, as if she were still floating among the clouds.
"How was that embarrassing? You were so domineering at first. 'I shall gather your stars into my heart' and all that!"
Remembering how she had been then, Li Tianming still felt amazed. He had never expected her to be this fiery.
"Shut up, shut up."
She grew even more flustered and hurriedly covered Li Tianming's mouth. Her face remained pressed to his armpit, unwilling to emerge for even a moment.
"Haha, I get it. Those who know, know."
Li Tianming coughed, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Sure enough, all that "dominance" from before had been a rush of hot blood to her head.
Now that she thought back on how bold she had been, she wanted nothing more than to find a crack in