When Zhang Tie opened his eyes, Bai Suxian was still sleeping on the bed sweetly.
After opening the quilt, Zhang Tie threw a glance at Bai Suxian's elegant curve. He then covered her with the quilt lightly before getting off the bed and walking to the front of the window in a coat, looking in the distance.
The day had just broken outside the window of the airboat. It was cold and frozen outside with flying snowflakes. Overnight, the earth had been in a vast expanse of whiteness.
At the sight of this scenery, the poet might feel like creating a poem. When Zhang Tie saw Weishui River gradually icing up, he heavily frowned as he knew that the demon army's attack would arrive once again after a couple of months' rest with the freeze-up of Weishui River.
