"Who goes there?"
Li Tianming held the pair of soft little hands around his waist, a gentle smile spilling across his lips.
"Your sweetheart."
A waft of fragrance drifted past his ear, making him feel as though he were standing amid a sea of flowers. The icy, snowbound world suddenly became warm.
"I've got countless sweethearts. Who do you think you are among them?"
Li Tianming tightened his grip on her hand and tugged her closer. After so long apart, she was still so soft and lovable, as if she came with her own buff. The moment she appeared, some of the worries coiling around him immediately scattered.
"How many sweethearts do you have?" she asked unhappily.
"At least tens of thousands."
"Hmph, then your eyes must be failing—you got it wrong. Every one of those tens of thousands is me."
"Haha, wouldn't that make you that fool Silver Dust?"
As Li Tianming spoke, he turned around. The instant he saw her, his eyes could not help lighting up.
In the snow-filled courtyard stood a graceful young girl with black hair and black eyes, dressed in a short blue skirt. Her soft, creamy skin was exposed to the wind and snow, looking even whiter and more tender than the snowflakes. Her slender, flawless legs were immensely alluring, but most unforgettable of all was her pure, moving smile.
The little dimples on her cheeks were just as they had been when Li Tianming first met her on Fire Ribbon Mountain, making it feel as though sweet spring water were flowing through his heart.
"Ling'er."
She had not worn such a pure smile in a long time.
"Mm-hm. What are you staring at, you fool? Is there anything worth looking at?"
Pinching the hem of her skirt, she looked around from side