A layer of red snow landed on Chenxin's face. It did not melt, but brought with it a hint of cold, just like Su Ming's words. There was the presence of a stranger within those gentle words as they fell into Chenxin's ears and entered her heart.

There was still blood flowing down the corners of Chenxin's lips. The red shade of her blood was the same as the color of snow on her face, making it hard to differentiate what was snow and what was blood.

Perhaps snow was often associated with blood because there was some form of connection between them. [1]

"There is no reason… If there is, then it's because you are Su Ming. You are… the Su Ming who grew up with me." Chenxin wiped away the blood at the corners of her mouth and looked at Su Ming. The complicated look on her face disappeared to be replaced by a hint of gentleness and a smile.

Su Ming remained silent. When he lifted his right hand, the killing sword in his hand trembled in excitement, and Su Ming swung it towards the sky.