Rip!
The two of them tugged and tussled, rolling into the snow.
Jiang Feiling let her guard down for an instant, only to discover that her little short skirt was gone, torn into snowflakes that fluttered through the sky.
"What are you trying to do?" she hurriedly tried to stop him, but she could not hide her beauty either.
"I want to."
"..."
In the blink of an eye, half a day passed.
No one called from outside, which also meant the Sun Emperor had not made a move for now. The retreat of the second-, third-, and fourth-rate factions, along with Fushen Valley, was still proceeding in an orderly fashion.
The downpour had only just ceased, and the snow's radiance had become even more shimmering.
At some unknown point, the soft warmth in his arms had quietly slipped away amid her sleepy murmurs.
Li Tianming lay alone in the snow, his golden-black eyes watching snowflakes fall from the heavens and drift through the mortal world.
From beginning to end, Jiang Feiling had not analyzed anything for him or answered his doubts.
Yet at this moment, after wandering through that tender harbor of warmth and joy, his heart had become incomparably calm.
Those corny love words, along with her sweetly naive and adorable manner—every smile and frown, every gesture and movement—made Li Tianming feel that being alive was so wonderful.
"After this battle, I'll go bring her back."
"I can't go there with my tail between my legs, and I can't be gone, leaving only a soul behind to go."
"So, I have to win!"
Jiang Feiling had changed his impatient, chaotic heart. Like a clear spring, she washed away the restlessness in his heart and moistened the eyes that hatred had blinded.
With this state of inner calm and