Outside the ancient pavilion, snow was falling heavily, and the trickling stream gradually got speckled with white snow, which eventually lted into the stream, the slightly warm stream being touched by the icy chill of the swirling snow.
Inside the ancient pavilion, a figure stood silently. The white robe fluttered in the cold wind, and perhaps noticing the cold, the person adjusted the white cloak draped over their shoulders. Suddenly turning around, the person’s exquisite face was revealed unmistakably.
The young man’s lips were red beneath white teeth, his face immaculate without a single flaw. He was as refined and pure as jade, his sparkling eyes seed to hold countless star-like charms. At a glance, they were rid of all earthly filth, making anyone with a hint of greed or desire within their heart feel ashad under those eyes.
Suddenly, the young man laughed. His red lips curved with a joyful smile, an unconscious delight at the corners of his eyes. His star-like eyes were dazzling, filled with the beauty of the world. As he walked through the corridor, his black hair bounced with each step, scattering over his shoulders. But as his pace quickened, the smile on the young man’s face beca more serious and rigid, finally freezing as he halted along the corridor of the ancient pavilion.
The star-like eyes, once filled with laughter, beca overwheld with disbelief and sorrow. His clear eyes gradually moistened. He staggered back a step, and now, instead of white snow, outside the ancient pavilion, a blood-red snow fell, terrifying in its resemblance to blood, having co at an unknown ti.
The young man stared blankly at the snow. After a mont, he chuckled lowly, which turned into a loud laugh, from restrained to a crazed laugh. He laughed with irony, laughed with arrogance.
Bowing his head, his slender fingers slowly undid the cloak draped over him. Abruptly he flung it aside, raising his stellar eyes, cold and filled with endless hatred.
You could see the young man’s lips slightly part, his star-like eyes ripple, his expression subtly shift—
"Achoo!"
Xu Renfei, just about to step in: ...
The director, just about to shout ’Cut’: ...
The staff, prepared to clap and cheer: ...
[Ahhhhhh!!!!!!]
The scream resounded in the ntal realm. Bi Xia was caught off guard by the shock, his brow twitched, grinning as he rubbed his ears, and then he sneezed again.
[Ahhh!!! It’s all ruined! All ruined!!!] 007 wailed. Bi Xia calmly rubbed his nose. Sneezes, once they co, can’t be stopped. Bla ...
"Little Jiu’er, have you caught a cold?"
Seeing Bi Xia sneeze repeatedly, Xu Renfei hurried over, worriedly supporting Bi Xia as he asked.
Bi Xia: "... With you supporting like this, even if I weren’t sick, I’d feel deathly ill by now..."
Xu Renfei: ... Well, this is awkward...
Dryly laughing, Xu Renfei cleared his throat, straightened himself, "Are you really sure you haven’t caught a cold?"
Bi Xia waved it off, "Relax, my constitution isn’t that weak. It’s just your artificial white snow and red snow, their sll is really overpowering. I held it in for a long ti but just couldn’t anymore."
Hearing Bi Xia’s words, Xu Renfei hesitated, taking deep breaths and only slling a natural fragrance in the air, perplexed, he looked at Bi Xia, "Why can’t I sll anything?"
Seeing Xu Renfei’s expression, Bi Xia suddenly understood, those artificial snows are made to be as pollution-free and harmless as possible, but their scent is still present. Her senses are more sensitive than most, so even the faintest sll could be detected while Xu Renfei and others couldn’t sll a thing, which made sense.
With everyone around looking at him without understanding, Bi Xia expressionlessly rubbed his nose, this... really is a bit awkward...
So, Bi Xia very calmly sneezed once more, truth needs no explanation. You can interpret it however you want.
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