C444 Merlin's Recollection

When the snow touched her hair, it gradually melted. She only touched her wet black hair, and the white snow on the hem of her clothes melted after a short while, deepening the color of the brocade curtain itself, like a red plum blossoming.

Gu Tingyue was rather satisfied, and the plum fragrance assaulted her nostrils.

On the twisted dark brown branches