"What?" He muttered dazedly.
And as he stood there bewildered, Miaoyan had already walked into the snow. Her voice, slightly hoarse yet charming, drifted through the wind and snow, carrying a plea in every word:
"Cheng Yu, I want you to live, you must live for me, you must survive."
Cheng Yu felt his heart being clenched tightly. Only now did he understand something; he and Rong Miaoyan seemed to have fallen into a crisis. But what had happened exactly?
He could only instinctively follow to shield the girl with an umbrella until, unknowingly, they arrived at Qianyuan Hall.
The snow fell even harder, echoing throughout the heavens and earth with the despairing cries similar to those uttered by birds in their final moments.
Cheng Yu looked up ahead and saw that the heavy hall doors were already opened to the width of one person. By the door stood Zhang Fengcai, whose black hair and clothing were stained white by the snow, as if he had been waiting for them.
