The room was filled with frost.
The icy and bone-chilling coldness could make anyone shiver.
The scarlet-masked assassin quietly lay on the bed. His exposed eyes, eyebrows, and lips were covered by a layer of frost.
The thick frost had spread from his fingers and body to the entire bed…
"What a powerful aura of coldness."
As Lou Qianxue slowly walked forward, the frost melted all the way to the bed.
She stopped in front of the bed and snapped her fingers. A bright yellow flame floated to the scarlet-masked man's chest, and the frost on his body rapidly melted.
The return of the long-lost warmth brought him back to consciousness.
He felt his heart thump as he tried his best to open his eyes—
Under the glow of the flickering flames, he saw a slender figure wearing a beautiful white veil.
"It's so warm. Am I dreaming? You're…" His bluish lips slightly trembled as his gaze fell on Lou Qianxue's body.
