C321 Sect Leader's Shadow Guard 32

It was snowing heavily outside. Jing Mo was sitting in the hall, holding a small stove to warm his hands. His face was slightly red from the warmth. He looked like he was waiting for his sweetheart.

Ink smoke appeared out of thin air outside the door. The snow lightly fell on his shoulder and was gently brushed away by the ink smoke that entered the room. He was still dressed in red