In the cold and damp mountain cave, Chuzheng sat at the innermost part while Xuan Ying set up a barrier outside to block the raging snowstorm.
The surroundings were covered with heavy snow, and there was nothing to start a fire with.
Xuan Ying, not feeling too assured, asked Chuzheng, "Are you cold?"
"...I'm really not cold." Believe me just this once, okay!
Not only was she not cold, she actually felt a bit hot.
The mark left when she was grabbed by the Skeleton People burned stronger day by day. It had moved from her arm to her shoulder.
Xuan Ying examined her, and indeed she didn't look cold.
He walked over and adjusted the cloak draped over her shoulders. "How are your eyes?"
Chuzheng candidly replied, "Not that fast."
Using the light refracted from the snow outside, Xuan Ying observed the girl in front of him. There was no panic on her face; she was calm and composed, her demeanor cold and detached.
Who knows when she would ever show other emotions.
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