Snow kept falling. White flurries landed on her hair, a beautiful contrast to the silky ink-black flowing down her shoulders. Bai Ye suddenly remembered the last time she had pulled him into the garden on a winter day, making him stand there with her until the snowflakes covered their hair. She told him that she had just learned this from a book she read—that it was a blessing for a pair of true lovers to watch each other's hair turn white as they grew old together.
He had never forgotten that sight of her. He had never expected that the next time he would see her clad in snow again, it would be under circumstances like this.
Through the thin veil of whiteness, he saw her lips curl into a sneer full of despise. "Then shall we make a deal like you immortals love to do?" She readied Twin Stars. "If I lose, I give you my life as you wish. But if you lose, you'll have to give me yours. It's only fair that way, isn't it?"