The light warm cloak fell, covering Tang Xiaobai from head to toe.
The tip of her nose touched the thick collar, a bit cold.
Tang Xiaobai instinctively sniffed upwards little by little and finally rubbed against the skin.
She took a deep breath, the cold mixed with wind and snow drilled straight into her brain through her nasal cavity.
In an instant, the sound of the wind melted away, and the battle dispersed.
Tang Xiaobai's eyes heated up, she held him tighter, unconsciously rubbing his chin's skin, wanting to absorb the warmth within.
Suddenly, the Adam's apple close at hand moved, brushing past her nose tip.
Tang Xiaobai was slightly stunned, then she was lifted up.
With this action, Tang Xiaobai's head swayed, returning to her senses, and quickly grabbed his clothes: "Sister—"
"Li Xingyuan is already gone." His voice seemed to be quenched with ice and snow, unusually cold.
