When the third watch drum sounded, Xue Qiuchun stood barefoot on the cold blue bricks and pushed open the carved window lattices.
The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, hit her jade-like face, but she was unaware, simply gazing longingly in the direction of Feima Pass.
The Ice Soul Pearl in her hair chimed in the wind, intertwining with her murmured whispers: "Feiyang, I hate myself for not being that winged moth that can immediately fly towards your beacon fire. But I wish to become the frost on your sword, to protect your sharpness; I wish to be the moonlight in your palm, accompanying you on your journey..."
Xue Qiuchun turned and held the Mutton Fat Jade Pendant from the sandalwood box, an old item casually given by Shi Feiyang, but now pressed against her chest, as if trying to imbue it with all her feelings. "You said this jade can protect me all around, now I give all my life's wishes to you..."
