One ice crystal after another fell to the ground, shattering on contact with the ground. They were like tiny diamonds blooming like flowers.

Those ice crystals flowed out of a pair of beautiful eyes. As soon as those tears left her eyes, they transformed into ice and fell.

Her face was icy but pure and holy. It was like a beautiful ice sculpture. However, deep within those icy eyes came waves of emotions as they stared at the photographic jade.

“I want to leave.”

Ye Zhiqiu spoke. This was her third time speaking this year.

“No.”

An equally icy voice rang out, and it came from an expressionless woman. She was Ye Zhiqiu’s master.

Ye Zhiqiu never asked for her master’s name, and her master also never asked for her name. Here, Ye...