The cold winds of the mountains carried a chill that cut straight through even the thickest of coats, but it didn’t seem to affect Shenhe. She stood there, as unmoving as the snow-covered peaks surrounding you, her icy blue eyes scanning the horizon with a quiet intensity. The only sign that she was even aware of your presence was the slightest shift in her posture when you approached.

You had learned to appreciate the solitude of the mountains, the serenity that only they could offer. But even in the midst of that peace, there was a longing—a yearning to understand the quiet, solitary figure who had chosen these mountains as her home. Shenhe had been an enigma to you since the first time you met her, her icy demeanor and reserved nature making it difficult to bridge the gap between you.

But you had seen past the coldness. You had seen the warmth hidden deep within her heart—the part of her that she kept hidden from the world, wrapped in layers of frost.