An Yang thought it over. He had rarely encountered snow on Parlance, let alone a snowstorm this heavy.
It would be a shame not to look around.
He turned to Rabbit Demon.
The Banshee had just reached out and caught a snowflake. She carefully brought her hand before her eyes and lowered her head to examine it closely. Then she turned back and gave him a slightly delighted look, as if she wanted to share the interesting thing she had just discovered.
The snowstorm was still raging. Huge flakes flew wildly through the air, and the wind blew her coat up to one side. Snowflakes landed one after another on her long, smooth hair, which fell loosely over her shoulders, adding a patch of white to the top of her head.
A beautiful, innocent-looking woman stood amid the swirling snow, with a castle draped in silver-white as her backdrop. Every breath of warm air she exhaled looked like clouds from an immortal realm, carrying a magical quality.
Her bearing was otherworldly, as if she had been born capable of stealing away a person's soul. Even An Yang was moved by the sight.
Rabbit Demon seemed to have completely forgotten the cold and gave him a brilliant smile.
She loved the color of snow-white more than anything.
An Yang smiled softly. He walked over, took her hand, and pulled her closer. Then he rubbed her head and said, "Are you cold? If you catch a chill, Sister Xiao Qian will blame me when we get back."
"Not cold," Rabbit Demon replied. Her voice still carried a faint excitement, making it easy to tell how happy she was.
The last time she had seen snow must have been a long time ago, back when she was still in the Divine Continent world.