Before Baili An could react, Yun Rong had already left the snow cave holding her sword, looking lost and disheartened.
Baili An saw that something was amiss with her demeanor and feared she might run into trouble, so he quickly got up and left the bear's lair, just in time to chase her to the cave's entrance.
In the midst of the raging snowstorm, Yun Rong turned back as if her tumultuous emotions had miraculously calmed down, and the stormy look in her eyes had completely vanished.
Under the waning snow of dusk, a cold moonlight fell upon her, with her appearance unchanged yet her demeanor distinctly different. The black sword cloak accentuated her pale complexion, and the night draped over her, devoid of warmth.
Yet when she looked over with a steady gaze, there was inexplicably a trace of tenderness in the chill of the night.
"Miss Yun Rong?"
