The ice crystals shimmered, her garments and long hair dancing in the cold wind, as if an immortal had descended from the clouds to the mortal realm.
Moonlight rested upon Dan Wulan's back, creating a faint, graceful silhouette.
She seemed to recall his somewhat overbearing manner, yet his actions had been so tender while feeding her medicine. A bitter arc formed at the corners of Dan Wulan's lips.
Why were there so many women around him?
—Couldn't his tenderness belong only to me?
In her heart, she didn't want to see Su Bei's 'cheap' tenderness—available to his disciples, his sisters, that woman from Mo City, and even those injured female disciples of the Sword Sect...
In his heart, am I only a junior sister?
A tear silently formed at the corner of Dan Wulan's eye. She lifted her head, trying desperately not to let it fall.
A gust of wind rustled past, carrying the faint sound of leaves to her ears.
Dan Wulan furrowed her delicate brows, puzzled, and followed the sound.
