The spring wind is intoxicating, even though the cold snow has not subsided. When Mu Heng saw Yan Jue for the first time, he thought of the spring wind. It was fragrant, soft, and intoxicating. However, he forgot that the biting and coldness of winter still remained in the spring wind. All the pretense seemed to be real, just like the spring breeze inadvertently wrinkled your face and created wounds.