If Wen Maixue opened the door and went out, she would see the wondrous spectacle of a snowstorm filling the sky, the outside world already dark, but the white snow made the night brighter than day.
The Alpine stars, unaffected by the blizzard, were scattered across the sky, calming the restless and anxious hearts of people.
If Wen Maixue had opened the door and escaped, Olson, that arrogant Frenchman, would have encountered two noble and strong women from Z country in just one day.
The wind blew in, and snowflakes hit Wen Maixue's face, wet hair from alcohol plastered onto her cheeks, unable to flutter anymore.
The ruthless blizzard made Wen Maixue's steps falter; she turned around and closed the door, her eyes drastically changing from fear to determination, then to shrinking back and finally succumbing.
