Feet planted firmly on the ground, body perched on a cliff's edge.
Cui Xiaoxin's heart kept sinking, skimming past drifting clouds and cold wind. Then the clouds wrapped around her heart, the cold wind froze, and her entire body grew chilly.
The sky overhead was gray and gloomy, yet there was still no sign of snow. Perhaps the winter snow that year had come too heavily and too suddenly, causing a once-in-a-century blizzard disaster. In the following years, the snowfall had sharply decreased, drizzling without ever falling freely or thoroughly.
The old residents of Tiandu City all said that the snow that year had used itself up, and the blood had run dry as well. Even now, whenever the weather turned gloomy and rainy, Tiandu City would be filled with ghostly wails and wolfish howls. Many people even claimed they had heard the screams of those who had died unjustly.
Of course, after the City Patrol Division arrested another batch of people and had them beheaded, such rumors had been forcibly suppressed.
Cui Xiaoxin raised her head to look at Yan Xiangma. Shock at hearing the news and worry over the possible consequences filled her pupils.
"Li Mu Yang didn't go to Jiangnan? He said he was going into seclusion and would never meddle in worldly affairs again. How could he meet you on the battlefield? Cousin, you aren't deliberately trying to scare me, are you? Something like that couldn't possibly happen, could it?"
Seeing Cui Xiaoxin's anxious expression, Yan Xiangma began to regret telling her the truth.
She had finally returned to peace. Why drag her into this surging torrent of worldly affairs again?
What could a powerless woman possibly accomplish in this troubled age?
Yan Xiangma narrowed his eyes and laughed loudly, like a little fox that had