The hills of snow had been stained in a deep crimson, the bright red surrounded a white haired figure who laid weakly in the snow. His skin was pale and his finger tips began to turn blue from hypothermia, yet Chen Xue felt no desire to struggle, he quietly closed his eyes, waiting for the sweet embrace of death.

His consciousness slipped and his world became dark, So this is my end.

The soft sounds of fire flickering could be heard throughout the small house, giving the place a homely feeling. Chen Xue’s eyes blinked open, he jolted up, only to me met with an intense pain throughout his body, he helplessly laid back down. Where was he? whose house was this? He stayed silent, quietly thinking about what his next moves should be. He was far too weak to move let alone leave this place, but he didn’t wish to be at the mercy of someone else either.