Crash!
The water ripples expand.
A man with an extraordinarily high forehead emerges from the frozen lake covered in broken ice and snow.
At that time, the cold wind was like a knife, frost flying in the sky. Looking around, there are undulating snow ridges, like waves of the Long River, resembling a white dragon lying on a mountain.
Such a beautiful scene really evokes the impulse to recite poetry—
If only the person emerging from the lake wasn't constantly sneezing.
"Ha~choo!"
A sneeze was released, instantly raising a cloud of white mist in front.
The friend whom Marquis Wu'an of Daqi described as exceptionally smart couldn't help but put his hands on his waist, looking around with pride: "Instructor Zhao must be thinking—"
"Achoo, achoo, achoo!"
"It seems Instructor Zhao is thinking about me a lot—"
"Achoo, achoo, achoo, achoo, achoo!"
Forget it.
