Baili An was startled, only after sleeping together today did he realize, Su Jing has the physique that attracts yin spirits.
He stared deeply without speaking, refraining from waking her impulsively. Instead, he retrieved a White Jade Flute from his sleeve and began to play softly.
The clear, melodious sound of the flute echoed gently, dispersing the yin spirits outside the window as if they had met a natural enemy.
Listening to the tranquil, distant flute melody, Su Jing's furrowed brow slowly relaxed, her expression gradually becoming serene and calm.
Unconsciously, she turned over, hugging Baili An's waist, her head resting against his chin, snuggling into his arms, sleeping ever more soundly and sweetly.
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At the break of dawn in Nanze Mountain, due to the heavy snow, the sight of the sun slowly climbing over the mountain top could not be seen.
The faintly bright sky was cold and bleak.
