The dawn sunlight shone on Soulburn Hall, marking an end to the earlier snowstorm. It was as if the whole courtyard had quieted down, bringing a relaxing tranquility. Tianming's long, white hair was splayed out across the snowy ground. He squinted and looked toward the sun, his limbs completely spread out. Feiling, on the other hand, was using his arm as a pillow and burrowing her face into his body, covering it with both hands.

"Hey, don't I smell? You're practically glued to me," Tianming said. Her face was almost completely fused with his body now.

"Hey, don't talk! You're embarrassing...." She let go of her face with one hand and pinched his arm, revealing her shy, flushed...