Countless fluttering white specks sailed past the upturned eaves above the courtyard gate, gently falling to the ground, while the inscription lamps on both sides of the path cast a faint luminescent glow that brightened the dark eyes of the young girl.
She appeared somewhat dazed, somewhat puzzled, and somewhat overwhelmed.
The falling snow slipped through the gap at her neck, bringing a cool refreshment, and Ran Qingmo suddenly came to her senses. Her beautiful eyes blinked, and she was just about to speak when she saw the middle-aged man standing in the doorway had already stepped aside, making room for her.
Glancing sideways at the Sword Sect girl standing outside, Xu Yinhè asked in an even tone,
"It's cold outside, won't you come in?"
"..."
A hint of hesitation lingered in Ran Qingmo's serene black pupils.
Xu Yuan must have his reasons for saying so.
Feeling a sense of loss in her heart, Ran Qingmo pursed her lips lightly, and with downcast eyes murmured softly,