C323 I hear you're getting married

The warm winter sunlight enveloped this ice-cold land. The blowing wind was still so cold that it was bone-piercing. The dry leaves of the wutong tree by the lake fell with the wind, dancing about as they quietly floated down to the lake surface, creating circular ripples.

On the shore of the small lake, Nangong Shaojue was standing there with his hands in his pockets