Chapitre 247: Xiang Ling's First Love

The forest was blanketed in a soft layer of fresh snow, each flake glistening under the dim light of the crescent moon peeking through the canopy. The night air was crisp and still, the silence only broken by the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional crack of a branch under the weight of the snow. A faint, icy mist lingered close to the ground, adding a touch of mystery to the surroundings.

In a small clearing, Xiang Ling and the group was huddled around a modest fire, its warm glow casting flickering shadows on their faces. The fire crackled and poped, sending tiny sparks dancing upward before they disappeared into the dark sky. The light reflected off the snow, creating a soft, ambient illumination that contrasted with the deep darkness of the forest beyond.