Snowflakes ceaselessly patted against the glazed window, illuminating the candlelight within the dimly lit room.
With Xia Feng's help.
The vertically arranged characters for "Xia Feng" and "Cha Naixue," glowing with a faint blue light, gradually stretched open the narrow white snow and disappeared into the darkness.
"Xia—Feng! I'll kill you!!" The green-dressed woman's hairpin was plucked off by Cha Naixue; several strands of soft hair stuck to her lips in disarray. The delicate beauty's cheeks visibly flushed with a cold fury, her eyes filled with both rage and trembling hate, as if she intended to flay Xia Feng a thousand times over.
Xia Feng himself felt this was somewhat ludicrous, yet he still fastened the wooden carving firmly onto the tile with his hand and then lifted his gaze to Cha Naixue behind the woman in green.
