Within the palace hall, Ye Wen Fei, holding her straw cape, moved as if she stepped right out of a painting. With her delicate features and lustrous skin, she emanated an air of pure elegance and intelligence. She was both playful and vivacious.
But just an arm's length away from Ye Hanjun, with his insight, how could he not be aware?
This woman, tender on the outside yet cold within, the demure lady was all a façade.
Her true nature was like that of a demon of eternal ice from the land of perpetual winter, capable of freezing a thousand lakes with just one glance.
A slight motion of her hand, and it was as if one were caught in an unyielding ice storm, with the skin cut as if by knives and the skull invaded by frost. The air was deathly cold, devoid of any warmth.
"Ice..."
Ye Liuying's eyes twitched twice before she narrowed them slightly.
From the other side, Ye Wen Fei walked over, leaving behind a clearly visible path of ice and snow, slowly freezing everything it touched.
