Deep within the scarlet iceberg, the frigid air was sharp as a knife. Even the white puffs of breath froze into ice crystals in an instant.
Qing Yueqiu curled up, her slender fingertips blue with cold. A thin layer of frost even coated her eyelashes.
Instinctively seeking warmth, she burrowed into Pei Yuhang's arms, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "Master... it's so cold here..."
Pei Yuhang looked at Nangong Jin and Lin Qianyan, whose lips were also pale from the cold, and said softly,
"Qianqian, Junior Sister Nangong, come lean against me."
"Mm..."
Having received Pei Yuhang's approval, the two naturally cast aside their reservations. They huddled close, pressing tightly against his arms like two small animals seeking shelter, wishing they could burrow completely inside his robes for warmth.
