Blurb for Snow on the Verge of Falling:
When Song Peixian was five, her family was slaughtered.
Word got out at the same time that she had a Heavenly Spirit Root, and the First Immortal Sect sent someone to bring her up the mountain.
On a snowy night, Song Peixian was dressed too lightly, her eyes and nose reddened by the wind. The man leading the First Immortal Sect was breathtakingly graceful. Standing in snow that reached halfway up his body, he almost seemed to blend into the frost.
The sect disciples respectfully called him Immortal Lord.
He crouched down, draped his cloak around her shoulders, and led her by the hand step by step toward the clouds. Song Peixian followed obediently, calling him Master.
When he smiled, his peach-blossom eyes drooped, giving him a lazy, aloof air. "I'm not your master."
A young immortal traveling with them told Song Peixian that this was Immortal Lord Qinghan, the First Immortal Sect's junior granduncle.
Jiang Xueyi, Immortal Lord Qinghan, had made his name at a young age. With a single sword stroke, he could bring down the stars. His talent and grace were astonishing, and his bearing was like that of an exiled immortal. Of the Twelve Immortal Lords, he was the youngest and the most gifted.
Later, when Song Peixian hit rock bottom and began doubting herself, this junior granduncle, who came and went like the wind and rain, guided her three times.
He was the sharpest blade in the world, and also a layer of white snow covering the mountains and rivers of the mortal realm.
So when he broke his bones and severed his meridians, his body stained with blood, Song Peixian couldn't help reaching out to help that handful of snow, almost melted into the mud.
Theme: Love and being loved.
