Su Muyao, in a daze but somewhat conscious, only felt extremely cold around her.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination; she felt as though she were submerged in ice and snow, with the howling wind whipping the snowflakes onto her face.
So cold, so cold.
She tried hard to open her eyes, but couldn't.
Su Muyao hazily thought to herself, will she freeze to death here?
Just as she was in a daze, she vaguely heard footsteps, the sound of something treading on the snow.
Soon, Su Muyao felt herself being embraced into a warm hold.
She wondered if it was Wen Nanxi and the others?
But the faint scent on this person was different from the scent of Wen Nanxi and the others.
It wasn't them.
She wanted to open her eyes for a glance, but her head hurt, and she couldn't move her body at all.
Then, she felt herself being lifted and flown away, the wind roaring past her ears, but she seemed to be shielded, not feeling a bit of the cold wind.
