"Alright, alright… I'll get in…" Yùn Yì muttered nervously, her voice shaking slightly as she gulped.
Her gaze shifted back to the hole in the ice, the dark water beneath it seeming to ripple with an almost ominous chill.
Even just looking at it made Yùn Yì shiver, the mere thought of submerging herself, sending a wave of apprehension through her body.
The cold seemed to radiate from the hole, as though the water itself was alive with icy intent.
Yùn Yì's eyes lingered too long, becoming lost in the dark depths, and for a moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of dread.
It wasn't just the cold that unnerved her—it was the stillness of the water, the way it seemed to draw her in, as though daring her to take the plunge.
With a sharp inhale, Yùn Yì shook her head, forcing herself to look away. She couldn't let herself get caught up in her fears.
The Second Young Master was watching, and she couldn't afford to falter now.
