The heavy snowflakes were still falling all over the sky, dyeing the world in a vast expanse of white.
The cold wind carried snow grains, cutting across the cheeks like sharp knives, settling on Dongfang Mingyue's hair tips, quickly forming a thin layer of frost flowers.
She knelt in the snow, holding Xiao Yu tightly in her arms, clearly feeling the body in her embrace gradually growing cold, the once faint life breath like a candle flickering in the wind, could extinguish at any moment.
Dongfang Mingyue's body trembled violently, not from the cold, but from bone-deep fear, and hot tears fell one by one onto the snow in front of her, instantly melting small snow pits, soon to be covered again by newly fallen snowflakes.
The surrounding guards stood silently to the side, watching this heartbreaking scene, each with red-rimmed eyes.
