The sky gradually brightened as the night's snowstorm subsided, causing the red plum blossoms to appear even more vibrant amidst the snowy landscape, standing out with their brilliance.

Aghia lay weakly on the bed, wrapping herself tightly like a cocoon, feeling a detachment from her own hands filled with shame and anger.

Xie Jie had spent the night in restless activity, showing no signs of exhaustion. On the contrary, he seemed more energetic and spirited, heading ...