C42 Young Royal Highness(42)

The white mist that came out of his mouth floated above his field of vision like a wisp of smoke into the night sky at the top. The wind blew up the hair that was scattered around his face, sweeping past his slightly trembling chin, bringing along a numbing sensation.

Su Han stretched out his tightly wrapped hand from his pocket. He lowered his head and blew a few breaths of hot air at it