Snowflakes fluttered down.
The land was cloaked in silver and white.
Zhou Yuantong had specially sewn two blue cloaks, and the two of them held hands as they strolled along a mountain path through the falling snow.
CRUNCH... CRUNCH...
Their footsteps made a distinct, rhythmic sound on the accumulated snow.
"Qii Yao told me it rarely snows in Wind Moon Valley. The last time was ten years ago." Zhou Yuantong looked up, letting the snowflakes land on her cheeks. They collected on her long eyelashes, melting and trickling down her face like tears.
"What happened to Leng Xing is my fault."
"Xiao Chengzai once had the chance to become my cultivation partner, but I refused him because I didn't think we were a good match. After you became my Furnace Tripod, he came to despise you, and his resentment implicated Leng Xing, who was associated with us."
"It's not your fault." Zhu Ju paced with his hands clasped behind his back.
