The day of departure.
It was a day of brilliant sunshine and biting cold.
If ordinary people dared to set foot on the island without any preparation, there would be only one outcome for them: they would be frozen to death on the spot and turned into genuine human-shaped ice sculptures.
It could only be said that on [Ice Mist Snow Island], and even throughout the surrounding regions—
The so-called weather—
Had always been like this.
There was simply no such thing as blazing summer heat.
Even during the season when the sunlight was at its strongest—
This place would only be a scene of whirling snow.
Warmth?
Impossible. ·.-·
Ever since before [Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion] had even been established, this place had already been a land of ice and snow.
And after [Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion] had taken root here and cultivated the land for millions of years—
This place, having been altered countless times, had become utterly incapable of warming up.
Here—
Even an active volcano on the verge of erupting could be frozen into a snow-covered mountain on the spot.
However—
In such freezing weather, Ling Wuyuan could only look helplessly at Yan Xiujin, who was clinging to him and refusing to let go, and say, "We're about to board the ship. Are you still going to hold onto me like this?"
After saying that—
Looking at her clinging to him like a koala, he added, "Of course, it's not that I have any problem with you holding me. I just think you could change positions, uh... to something a little more conventional. Like hugging my arm or something..."
But upon hearing that—
Yan Xiujin shook her head again and again. "I don't want to~"
"I want it like this~"
That reply left Ling