When the snow falling all over the sky turned into millions of cherry blossoms falling, the divine lines in her hair shone like broken ice. Xue Qiong Yujing staggered and fell into the boy's arms. The god's slender fingers happened to hook the tassel of his bamboo flute, and the ice crystals reflected a galaxy-like halo in the moonlight.
The young man smelled the faint scent of evening primrose in her hair, mixed with the sharp scent of cedar that was unique to the gods. He wanted to push it away but couldn't muster the strength, because the little fingers entwined with each other were being gently pulled by invisible red threads, like a marriage knot quietly tied by the God of Destiny.
[God of Wind and Snow x Tengu Boy]
Intention: There is only whether you are willing or not, not whether you can
"Martial Arts" Xue Qing Feichen 1