Snowflakes danced in mid-air, and through the bone-chilling cold wind, the hem of Mu Qingyue's simple yet understated white robe fluttered, but could not conceal her aura that was farther than the moonlight and colder than an iceberg.
A bundle of long hair tied up and half-dripping down in smooth cascades seemed to merge with the snowy scenery around, shimmering silver under moonlight, yet failing to overshadow that cold and fair face. The clearly defined thin lips, though rosy, showed not a trace of a smile, presenting a beauty that was as cold as it was aloof, naturally exuding a sense of indifference akin to the high peaks of snowy mountains, impossible to ignore.
It's just... no one could see her entirely clearly.
Because beneath brows like distant mountains crowned by mist, her unseen eyes were covered by a band of ink-black fabric totally contrasting with her skin color.
"Where are you taking my junior brother?"