Extreme cold air poured out from her four limbs and converged into the palm of Gu Yuze's fist. The air concealed, forming small threads that wrapped itself almost like a knitting ball of yarn.
Gu Yuze looked at the ball and chuckled.
The playful chuckle lingered in Zhang Mi's ears, making her heart tingle. She stared attentively at her palms which had been chilled to the bone marrow only moments before. But now, they were brimming with warmth. It was almost as if she had been bound by her own hands and feet in the past but now she had been completely broken free from a shackle and could run as she wished.
She wanted to scream in the middle of the street and only the societal shame that had been drilled into her from birth prevented her from howling.
