The snow fell even heavier today in the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
Ye Liyuan stood by the window, her fingertips trembling slightly as she clutched the Transmission Token she had just connected.
Fairy Ye was overjoyed. Though she had only been separated from her beloved for two days, it felt like she had endless things she wanted to tell Pei Yuhang.
From the other end of the Transmission Token, Pei Yuhang's voice came through, deep and a little hoarse, seemingly accompanied by faint gasps.
His heavy breathing sounded rushed through the token, as if he had just been through an intense battle.
Ye Liyuan could already picture it: Ah Han's face flushed, his eyes glazed over, his bangs soaked with sweat.
She frowned slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind, but it was quickly dispelled by Pei Yuhang's explanation.
"Liyuan, I was just practicing my swordsmanship. I'm a bit tired now."
