Late autumn.
Cang He Mountain.
Cold Moon Peak.
Xia Ji reached out his hand in the darkness and felt a chill in his palm.
Under the faint light, one could vaguely make out that there was a little hexagonal snowflake on the side of his palm.
"It's not winter yet, but it's snowing? The weather is getting more and more abnormal."
He looked up at the sky. The rain washed away his disguise, revealing a calm face with black hair and white hair.
Xia Ji pulled off the merchant's coat and put on a gray cloak. He deviated from the mountain path and walked down.
After walking for a while, he vaguely heard hurried footsteps coming from the villa.
The bride's voice followed.
She was shouting,"Teacher! Teacher!"
It was obvious that An Xun had a guess and rushed out of the wedding banquet to find Xia Ji.
However, she ran down the mountain path, so it was naturally impossible for her to find it.
As the voice faded away, Xia Ji tightened his cloak.
