Daze Mountain Mountain Stronghold.
In the night, snowflakes flew heavily, the endless expanse of white snow weaving a beautiful picture, like silver patterns adorning black brocade.
Gusts of cold wind brushed through the leaves, making a rustling sound among the trees.
Suddenly, a small tree the size of an arm couldn't withstand the weight of the heavy snow, and the trunk snapped with a crisp "crack" sound.
Yi Shiyin's petite figure compared to Han Anniang was like a child to an adult.
Yi Shiyin bit her red lips, feeling the movements on her back, her lively eyes carrying shyness and a hint of shame, while a lock of hair fell over her ear, lightly brushing her fragrant, smooth cheek.
She was bearing the kind of pressure she shouldn't have at her age.
...
Who knows how much time passed. Perhaps it was around midnight; the room was quiet, with only the sound of the cold wind howling outside the window.
"Husband, aren't you coming?"
