Wisps of white steam escaped from his pores.
WHOOSH!
He slowly exhaled a breath of white vapor. The hot air condensed in the frigid atmosphere, refusing to disperse, shooting out straight like a white arrow.
Any snowflake that touched it along its path instantly melted, turning into fine droplets of water that fell to the ground, as if the breath itself held a scorching heat.
The condensed vapor traveled more than ten meters before it finally began to dissipate.
A maid in a black and white uniform, who had been waiting nearby, saw this and immediately stepped forward, offering a hot, steaming towel with both hands.
"Young Master, you've worked hard. Please, use this towel to wipe your face."
Fine snow settled on her lowered eyelashes, lending a unique charm to her youthful, freckled face.
As she spoke,
she stole a quick glance at Hu Qi
before immediately lowering her eyes to stare at her own feet.
