Under the faint warm glow, her skin shone like jade, and her eyes brimmed with affection.
Ling Luochen's room was quite simple, even carrying a sense of chilly austerity. The decorations were ice-blue, and beside the bed stood a lifelike ice sculpture of Jiang Ming. The warm light in the room refracted through the sculpture, making the illumination seem even colder.
Ling Luochen took Jiang Ming's hand and sat with him on the edge of the bed.
"Ever since I moved here, you haven't visited my room, have you?"
She spoke softly. Her voice still carried its distinctive coolness, yet beneath that cold undertone lay a certain burning passion.
Jiang Ming glanced around at the furnishings in the room and nodded slightly.
"Mm, I hadn't gotten the chance."
He had only been out of his wheelchair for a short while. Though he knew all the women had already moved in, he had not yet visited their rooms.
The corners of Ling Luochen's lips lifted slightly. Her cold and noble aura instantly resembled a Snow Lotus that had bloomed amid snowy mountains for ten thousand years—sacred and beautiful.
"There's still plenty of time tonight. Let me show you around first."
As she spoke, she stood and picked up the ice sculpture resembling Jiang Ming from the bedside table. Holding it before him, she softly asked, "Does it look like you?"
Jiang Ming blinked as he looked at the little ice sculpture in his likeness. Every detail had been captured perfectly; it was clear that Ling Luochen had put a great deal of care into carving it.
"It does."
A faint smile appeared on Ling Luochen's lips once more. As a goddess with a cool temperament, Ling Luochen's smiles had never been the carefree, uninhibited kind.
In fact, whenever Ling Luochen smiled,