Have you not seen—before the mirror, lamenting white hair; in the morn it's like black silk, by dusk it becomes snow.
...
Inside the stone gate, the ice lake was like a mirror.
Chu Huaixu's back slammed heavily onto the icy surface, though Han Shuangjiang in his arms was unharmed.
She was pressed atop him, both of them feeling rather dizzy and disoriented.
Right now, the two of them truly looked like two old people.
Having fallen so suddenly from such a height, anyone would be giddy and seeing stars.
The fact that neither of them blacked out on the spot spoke to their steely wills.
Big Ice Cube's body was somewhat limp, squashing against Chu Huaixu's chest.
Yet this scene, at this moment, was not the least bit erotic.
Because now, she was no longer a woman with lingering charm.
Her hair was gray-white, her face covered in wrinkles.
