Ever since she accompanied Lady Yun to Luomei Peak, the person she saw the most was Lady Yun, and the most frequent interactions were with corpses. The solemnity, indifference, and numbness transformed her into someone else.
But today was somewhat different.
Perhaps it was because of the snow in Su Nan City tonight, which was a rare occurrence in ten years, and bore an extraordinary resemblance to the snow in front of the Lu family's door in Changwu County, that she reverted to Miss Lu San of the Lu family, who would never suffer a loss in a verbal exchange. Or perhaps it was because, although the man in black who stood before her was threatening in his speech, he had not truly harmed her from beginning to end, showing a kind of indulgence as if he was too lazy to quarrel.
On the frigid night, they took shelter from the snowstorm in an ancient temple, like two beasts who had met by chance, wary and warming each other, each enduring their own restraint, each with their own chill.