The sun set in the west!
Amid the heavy snow, sunset was merely a concept.
There was no sun, but when the horizon gradually dimmed, that represented the setting sun.
Days in the northern lands were short, while their nights were incomparably long.
From the neighboring room came the sound of the waiter opening the door to deliver tea.
Lin Su rose to his feet, his trademark smile appearing on his face. He left his room, came to the neighboring one, and gently knocked on the half-closed door.
The waiter straightened up and examined the man standing by the door.
He Su had changed into a new outfit, a pale-purple light robe. Outside, the wind howled and snow raged, so she wore white; here, dressed in pale purple, she appeared even more ethereal.
Lin Su smiled. "In this vast martial world, meeting is fate. Does the young lady agree?"
He Su also smiled faintly. "Meeting is fate... Which meeting does Young Master Lin mean?"
"Since you recognized me as Lin Mouren, then it could only mean Dongning!"
"In Dongning, I was not your enemy!" Indeed, He Su had merely appeared then and had not attacked alongside the guards. It did not count as being his enemy.
Lin Su smiled. "I never said we were enemies."
"Then what is the purpose of Young Master Lin's visit?"
Lin Su recited leisurely, "Freshly brewed green-ant wine, a little red-clay stove; evening comes and snow is near—would you share a cup with me?"
In the neighboring room, Bi Xuanji held a teacup in her hand, and it simply hovered in midair...
She could imagine that Lin Mouren entering a woman's room at night would kindle unusual sparks, but she could scarcely imagine that before he had even entered, sparks would flare up so abruptly