A fierce wind swept through, determined to lift everything in the forest.
Xia Yinian couldn't see anything in all directions; she was harshly hit by the wind, staggered, and fell backward.
"Ah!" Her sharp scream was drowned out by the wind and snow before it even left her mouth.
How did she not think that she could be knocked over by the wind in the forest? Just how strong was this wind?
All she could see was a vast blanket of white; Xia Yinian couldn't find a single point of support.
She thought she would fall flat on her face, but unexpectedly her body fell into a solid embrace.
She felt that the other person had no ill intention, and besides, his embrace seemed a bit familiar.
"Beicheng." Xia Yinian almost blurted out.
But when she looked up, the words were forcibly swallowed back down.
The wind and snow were strong, visibility was very low, and a face as pale as the snowflakes appeared in Xia Yinian's view.
