After removing her disguise, Ivette, who had not shown her true face for a long time, sat upright in an ebony chair. Her silver hair spilled over her shoulders like flowing moonlight, and the falling snow filled her dark crimson eyes as though they held drifting stardust.
She calmly watched Frost Hua, waiting for her reaction, a faint smile playing on her face.
Of her two granddisciples so far, compared with Tertia, who loved to overwhelm people with strength from the very start and had a forceful personality, she preferred Frost Hua, whose nature was gentler and who seemed easier to handle. Though in terms of strength, Frost Hua appeared to be far more than a little weaker than Tertia.
She remembered that Frost Hua had always wanted to meet her. Now that they had finally met, what would her reaction be?
She lifted the mint tea on the ebony table and took a sip, anticipation rising within her.
Then she discovered that Frost Hua had no reaction at all.
Frost Hua simply stared at her expressionlessly. Her lake-blue eyes remained vacant and lifeless, as though she were an ice sculpture forgotten by time. Even the rise and fall of her breathing could not be seen.
Ivette extended a hand and lightly waved it before her eyes.
Seeing that the white-haired girl still did not react, she picked up a clump of snow from beside her and tossed it onto the girl's forehead, just as she had when they first met.
After a soft "Ah," snowflakes scattered everywhere, and Frost Hua finally emerged from that "dead" state.
Whether from overwhelming joy or some other reason, her body trembled faintly. Then she abruptly rose to her feet, walked before Ivette, dropped to one knee, and bowed her head as though using