Countless light, white snowflakes still drifted silently between them.
But after hearing what Ju Ying had just said, Xing Yan saw the swirling frost and dancing snow before him as willow down riding the breezes of a sunny spring day in March, as delicate threads floating through clear skies. Even his body, chilled by the Great Splendor Dao Power, suddenly filled with a warm surge of spring.
Faced with this unprecedented situation, the youth stood rooted to the spot for a long while, a jumble of feelings stirring in his heart. Then, as though waking from a dream, he said to the girl waiting quietly in the snow before him:
"Ju Ying, wouldn't that make you even colder?"
"My... silk clothes are so thin that they stopped keeping out the cold long ago. If I can find a little warmth with you at the end, Xing Yan, what harm would there be?"
The shivering girl spoke in a trembling voice. Having forced the words out, she closed her eyes, looking unbearably shy.
"Ah!"
Seeing her like this, Xing Yan stopped arguing. He sighed, took a step toward her, and said:
"In that case, we'd better undo them quickly."
"Mm?"
The bashful girl had no idea why he had suddenly become so urgent. Though she voiced her surprise, she still dared not open her eyes, leaving only her two long curves of lashes trembling ceaselessly in the snow.
Looking at the sight before him, Xing Yan scarcely knew what to think. He sighed again before saying:
"Ju Ying, here's the thing. If we take too long undoing them, Qiong Rong and the others will be here. We'd better hurry!"
"..."
At his words, the girl whose eyes had been tightly shut quickly opened them and asked anxiously:
"You mean Qiong Rong