Seeing Bing Xuanchen again, he was a changed man.
His eyes still held their characteristic determination and composure, but now they also contained a sense of fulfilled happiness and the tranquility of one who has seen through the ways of the world.
What was different was a newfound sense of contentment and a serene detachment from worldly affairs.
A beautiful woman stood by his side.
Her brows were picturesque, her face like a blossom, and her slender figure was graced with enchanting curves.
She stood quietly beside Bing Xuanchen, like a white lotus blooming silently on an Ice Mountain.
'She must be Xuanchen's wife, Ice Lotus!'
Bing Xuanchen had mentioned her to Jiang Jichen before.
He still remembered the mix of happiness and sorrow on Bing Xuanchen's face whenever he spoke of his wife.
The happiness was natural, for he was blessed to have a wife like Ice Lotus in this life.
The sorrow was because his wife had been in Yuan Hao's clutches, trapped in a deep slumber.
