At Dual Moon Lake, Lin Yun’s hands were on the erhu, but he was covered in snow like a statue and couldn’t move. The snow that fell contained a sacred energy that covered Lin Yun in layers. They were like layers of a mountain range that was suppressing him and placing him in a dangerous position.

Yue Weiwei couldn’t be bothered to quarrel with Hua Hongyu, and her pupils were filled with heartache while looking at Lin Yun. She bit on her lips, and her fists were clenched together ...