Tormented By Cold

The cold wind blew her jet black hair, revealing the faint crimson tint that tainted her white skin. That word triggered a reaction that greatly shocked Xiu Ying. Blinking a couple of times, she opened her mouth and closed it, unable to utter a word.

Usually, she would counter when Li Chen began to push forward, encroaching on the sacred space in her heart but now Xiu Ying simply froze.

As his hand rested on her cheek, he gently caressed it, and she gazed into his eyes, filled with warmth.

Tormented by cold and ice for as long as she could remember, warmth beckoned for her. The urge to let go and embrace this feeling grew stronger and stronger, causing a teardrop to roll down her cheeks, splattering on Li Chen's face.

He blinked.

Wings of golden fire sprouted from Xiu Ying's back, and she flew away, probably escaping before her walls fell.