His hair was neat and tidy, gently waving in the wind, resembling an immortal, detached from worldly concerns, exuding elegance and composure in every gesture.
Guo Xiangyu grew increasingly curious and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, this fierce wind cuts like a blade, we are blown about, struggling awkwardly, yet you sit steadily on your horse, unaffected, your hair untouched by the wind. Does this cold wind have no power over you? What's the reason, I hope you can enlighten me." Her voice trembled slightly, mixing curiosity about Shi Feiyang with unease in this harsh environment.
Shi Feiyang's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile, like a warm spring sun, instantly dispelling the chill in Guo Xiangyu's heart, warming her inside.
He gazed into the distance, his eyes deep and penetrating as if they could slice through the howling wind and see far beyond.
