Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing like grains of salt on the branches, petals, and sinking into the dark soil.
A thin layer of ice quickly formed on the ground, and the snow on the camellias didn't have time to melt, making the flowers sealed in ice and snow appear as if they would never wither.
Hou Muyan, sitting by the window, had slightly long black hair that made him appear a bit youthful.
There was always an arrogant, domineering expression on his face, like a young noble from an ancient aristocratic family, living in luxury every day, who didn't know the taste of sorrow.
Yet his eyes were like ink jade without any impurities or flaws. Even though he loved to fight, those eyes were especially clean, never tainted by the filth of the world.
Zhou Qi's pajamas seemed a bit small on Hou Muyan. His long limbs stretched the sleeves to just two-thirds down his forearms, revealing a section of fair, firm arm at the cuff, with sharply defined wrist bones.
