"Look." Shi Feiyang's voice was soft as he held Guo Xiangyu with one hand and pressed the cool cave wall with the other. "This natural barrier, this hidden terrain..." He hadn't finished speaking when Guo Xiangyu tilted her face upwards, snowflakes clinging to her eyelashes, reflecting the cave's luminous pearls—like a string of tiny stars: "Xiangyu doesn't understand terrain, but Xiangyu knows... as long as it's a place chosen by you, it's the best place."
Her long hair draped over the edge of the stone bed, the wind from Helan Valley howling past the cave entrance. At that moment, Xie Wen received a carrier pigeon. The secret message unfurled like a dried leaf before his eyes, and the description of the bronze mask and dismembered limbs caused Guo Xiangyu's heart to shudder.
"Xiangyu, you and Shi Xiong stay here." Shi Feiyang's voice was undeniably firm, but softened involuntarily as it touched her wrist.
