At this moment, on a cold ice mountain, where usually no one could be seen, there was a man and a woman facing each other.
"You've been chasing me for so long, but why exactly?" The woman, as beautiful as a flower, was speaking, although her face was marked with a weary pallor.
"Hand over that bastard, and come with me afterward." The man was as graceful as jade, but his face was frosty as he looked at the beautiful woman before him, filled with both love and hatred.
"Impossible, and besides, she is my daughter. Give up! Even if that man is gone, I will not choose you." The beautiful woman bit her lip and spoke resolutely.
"You... you faithless woman." The man's face turned red with anger, sweeping away the frosty look he had before upon hearing the woman's words.
