Peerless white snow covered the entire Cold Palace. Hui Lan stared blankly at the moonless night. Her shiny black hair rested on her shoulders and fell onto the chair.
There were no stars, just grey clouds floating in the blackened sky. Hui Lan could not sleep. Her mind wandered heedlessly in what could have been and what could not have been.
Meanwhile, Yue, Hun, and Xiao Mao had their majestic eyes on her. They could not stop her from staying up, so they could only watch her from afar.
The spiritual beasts were all worried about their master, especially her aching heart. They could feel the tingy sting from their spiritual connection. When Yue and Hun heard the news from Xiao Mao, needless to say, they were beyond shocked. Young master Hei was someone so close to them, and they had not realised it. He had hidden it too well.
In the end, the blossoming love between the two was cut short.
