C18 Xia Nuoyi

The Qingluo girl gently pursed her lips, offering no response.

After a brief silence, she slowly raised her right hand, silently gathering strength.

"Sss, sss, sss..."

In just a moment, ice crystals of various lengths and sizes had formed around the girl's fingertips.

With a delicate flick of her wrist, the ice crystals obediently arranged themselves into three large characters—

Xia Nuoyi