With a cold parting remark, Zhiyan turned and left, feeling there was no longer any need to stay at the Ouyang Residence.
After spending a few more days in the Qiankun Space, by the time Zhiyan emerged, it was already the eve of the New Year.
Ouyang Peng had people watch Zhiyan's room door continuously, ready to report the moment she came out. As soon as Zhiyan opened the door, someone went to find Ouyang Peng.
The world was frigid, with goose feather-like snow fluttering down from the sky and a thick layer covering the ground. Zhiyan wrapped herself in a pure white, fluffy scarf and held a fiery red little fox in her arms, quietly observing everything around her with an indescribable aura.
Upon arriving, Ouyang Peng was greeted by this scene, her form ethereal, as if ready to depart at any moment, which caused a pause in his heart and a tinge of tension to rise on his handsome, gentle face.
