Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight shone on little Cold Peak.
Halfway up the mountain, the door of a cave dwelling opened, and a woman in a blue dress walked out. She looked to be in her early twenties, with a pretty face and a slim figure.
"Good weather again!"
She looked at the sky and stretched.
Then, he walked to the top of the mountain.
Everything was normal, just like before.
She had already repeated such days countless times.
However, just as she was about to reach the top of the mountain, her eyes inadvertently glanced up and she froze.
Her body froze on the spot, as if she had been petrified.
At the top of the mountain, on a protruding rock, stood a figure. His clothes were whiter than snow, and his posture was as straight as a sword. He was lying sideways with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the sky, revealing the side of his face.
It was a handsome, perfect side profile.
