Bab 310: 178, That's what they all say in human scripts.

The relentless blizzard covered the mountaintops without pause, as if it would never cease that day.

In the midst of the vast white expanse, Xu Yuan watched the approaching guest while submerging his body in the hot springs, slowly exhaling a breath of air.

Amidst the blanket of snow, a burst of brilliantly colorful hues suddenly appeared.

She was dressed in a large fur coat with a red base and embellished with light pink accents, and adorned with snow-white fox fur around her neck, her sleeve cuffs painted with colorful clouds and a profusion of flowers, her soft and gentle eyes carried a hint of lazy curling, embodying the elegance of a tender beauty, reminiscent of a wife whose husband had gone to war, idling away in her boudoir, a beautiful woman with nothing to occupy her.

"What's with this act of a fragile woman?"

Xu Yuan muttered to himself.