At that moment, the young man in white was utterly mesmerized, completely captivated.
He reverently took the handkerchief, treating it like a precious treasure.
"Cangxue..." he murmured.
The young man in white was named Shen Cangsheng.
Just six months prior, he had attended a banquet in the Holy Land where he saw a girl wielding a sword, dressed in a white gown, radiating brilliance throughout the world.
Later, he learned her name was Ye Cangxue.
Shen Cangsheng gazed at Ye Cangxue’s portrait with fascination. She always seemed so perfect.
With an incredibly indifferent tone, he recited a name he had never heard before: "Lin Ang... Lin Ang..."
"He's going to die, he's truly going to die..."
A sneeze.
That night, at Qingyun Daozong, Cangxuan Peak...
Lin Ang slowly awoke from his sleep. He couldn't help but sneeze.
"It's so late... I wonder who is thinking of me, Lin..."
Early September.
The weather was slightly cooler, but there seemed to be an additional chill from a distant land.
'Ye Cangxue?'
His Supreme Bone allowed him to sense the power of heaven and earth, enabling him to perceive this.
It was not surprising.
Beside him, Qiu Ruohan, who had been lying quietly all this time, was dressed in a light blue gauze dress. Under the moonlight, her beautiful profile outlined a perfect arc.
At one point, she turned over and, realizing Lin Ang wasn't there, woke up.
Seeing that Lin Ang was still awake, she slowly got up and very gently placed the quilt over him.
"Young master... it's cold."