"HAHAHA!" Yao Jing's laughter echoed through the snowy silence, filling the cold, empty expanse with a warmth that melted away the frosty tension between master and disciple.
Zhao Tian could only shake his head in exasperation, his cheeks still tingling from the bitter cold of the snow she'd pressed onto his face.
Despite his mock frustration, he couldn't help but smile, feeling lighter than he had in a long time.
As they walked forward, Yao Jing's laughter gradually softened into chuckles.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, a mischievous glint still lingering there. "I didn't know you were so sensitive to a little cold," she teased, playfully nudging his arm.
Zhao Tian shot her a look, feigning offense. "I'll remember that, Master. Next time you ask for my help with anything, I'll remind you of this day."
