Ignoring Taufu's earnest declarations, Luo Yan turned his head and instructed the silent figure in the corner of the room.
"Sarah, come out with me tomorrow at noon, and remember to look after this child."
"I'm not a child!" Taufu immediately protested.
Sarah, standing by the bookshelf, moved slightly, like a cat gracefully blending into the shadows, nodded respectfully to the Demon King, completely ignoring the protesting young dragon.
"As you command, Your Highness."
...
The next noon, the blizzard that had lasted all night paused slightly, and the long-missed warm sunshine pierced through the clouds, coating the snow fields perennially covered in snow with a sacred golden hue.
Luo Yan remembered when he first came here, it was the coldest season of the year, and in the blink of an eye, spring would arrive.
