The cold moon hangs high in the sky, silently watching over the vast snowy plains. The earth is silent, without even the sound of a bird. There is no wind, and the undulating forest is shrouded in gray, like a dormant beast. The ground covered in snow reflects the moonlight, increasing the visibility by a few meters. On a hillside surrounded by towering trees, Luo Zheng and Lan Xue rest against the tree, with Luo Zheng leaning on it with one hand, his cold eyes staring ahead, but unfortunately, he sees nothing.
