The Demon World was swept by howling winds that cut through like blades.
He took off his cloak and wrapped her up, carefully concealing her, staring at the serene and peerless smile beneath the snowy fox fur; though it was pale and bloodless, his heart ached unbearably with sorrow, as he reluctantly bowed his head and kissed her cool, dark brows.
He said, "I'm taking you home."
The sound of the wind quieted significantly.
Yun Rong's languid eyelids suddenly sprang open, looking startled, somewhat adorably bewildered.
She had never been so intimately approached by him before; the soft, cool touch was still lingering, and her dignified and beautiful face immediately flushed with a faint rosy hue.
Other women blush on their cheeks, but this sword-crazed girl's blush was on the tip of her pretty nose.
A mere blush felt unprecedented for her, despite thousands of years of matrimony.
She coughed lightly, tilted her head slightly, hiding her reddened nose.
