The following morning, Linjiang saw its first heavy snowfall of the year.
Wind and snow filled the sky, blanketing the entire city.
When Qing Xuan stepped out of the bedroom, he saw Qing Yi standing before the broad floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
Outside, every rooftop, street, and bare tree within sight had been wrapped in a vast expanse of pure white.
Qing Yi had naturally seen skies full of wind and snow in the Primordial World. The peak of Buzhou Mountain was bitterly cold year-round, its frigid baleful aura sharp as blades, while the profound ice atop Kunlun had remained unmelted for countless ages.
But then, she had looked down upon the world through her Great Luo Dao Body, untouched by heat or cold and immune to all laws.
Yet now, she stood behind glass veiled in a thin layer of mist.
She watched as the falling snow of the mortal world gradually whitened the eaves, her eyes carrying the novelty and focus of someone seeing it for the first time.
Qing Xuan walked to the girl's side, draped a long down jacket over her shoulders, and smiled. "Want to go downstairs for a walk?"
The girl turned her eyes toward him. A glimmer flashed through her clear gaze as she nodded gently. "All right."
The moment they left the apartment building, a piercing chill washed over them.
There were still few people moving through the residential garden in the central courtyard, and the thick snow lay smooth as untouched white rice paper.
Qing Yi wore a knit cap, while a thick scarf covered half her face, leaving only a pair of bright, crystal-clear eyes exposed.
The girl stepped out from beneath the rain awning and gently placed her right foot, clad in a pair of non-slip