"The cliffs are steep; A-Mei, don't come up the mountain in the snow again next time,"
"It's better with the snow,"
"Why?"
Zhao Rong was puzzled, but the Miao Family girl didn't answer,
Instead, she continued down with light steps for a dozen more paces.
Suddenly, she turned, smiling back like a sprite in the snow, her eyes locking onto the young man's.
"The harsher the snowstorm, the warmer the wine, and then you won't forget me, brother,"
The Miao Family girl shook the wine jug in her hand, winked at him, and then, using her qinggong, vanished amid the vast snowy landscape.
That melodious voice still echoed in his ears.
Zhao Rong was dazed and lost in thought.
Stationed on a large rock on the mountain path, his vision far exceeded the past, qi circulating at the Clear and Bright and White Yang acupoints, yet he couldn't see her disappearing figure anymore.
After breakfast, he crawled back to bed to catch up on sleep.
