The heavy door curtain was rolled up by the wind and snow. Wen Yao turned her face sideways and bumped into the man's eyes.
Are you here to kill me?
She is laughing.
Xuan Ge was speechless, his eyes falling on the jade-like bone hairpin in Wen Yao's hair.
He held a sword in one hand and held out his hand to her.
No, I'm here to take you home.
Intention: None yet