Yak Family, inside the crystal-clear main hall.
A river of ice runs through the entrance and the center of the grand hall, with a silver-white ice-carved long bench in the middle, its back draped with golden tassels.
And at the back of the main hall, a waterfall gently cascades down.
At this moment, a woman with cascading long hair wearing a white gown is sitting on the bench.
It's so cold, yet her dress is exceedingly thin.
Ling Chuan lies on the chair, half of his body nestled in her embrace.
Jia Luo walks in and sees this scene.
The woman lowers her head, her black hair covering half of her cheek, looking down at the man in her arms with worry, tenderness, and guilt.
But that face, how many times has he seen it in his midnight dreams.
In memory, she loved wearing white dresses so much.
The long dress fluttering in this cold glacier and snowfield.
"You're back." The man at the door suddenly says.
