The cold fragrance inside the room rekindled, the temperature suddenly became warm, with wisps of blue smoke like mist, swirling within the hall.
The Female Demon Lord embraced her snow-white soft cloak, her ink-black hair moistened by the heavy snow draping over her shoulders. She bent her knees and, without summoning her attendants, meticulously wiped the snow and dirt from her feet by herself.
Baili An found a pair of small boots with an azure embroidered pattern and placed them on the stepboard in front of the beauty couch. His gaze unintentionally caught a glimpse of the half-hidden, half-revealed silver ring within the blanket. Though surprised and puzzled, he did not question it further.
However, the Female Demon Lord sensitively noticed his gaze. Uncertain of what past memory it stirred in her heart, she released the towel in her hand and reached into the blanket to take out the silver ring for him to see.
