The cold air of the frozen landscape brushes against my skin, the wind sharp but refreshing. In the quiet expanse, the only sound is the soft crunch of snow beneath my boots. I walk through the snow-covered terrain, feeling an odd sense of peace despite the storm that rages inside me.

It was her who had drawn me here—the enigmatic Jingliu. Her presence, always calm and collected, is like an anchor in this vast, unpredictable world. I’ve seen her face before, that calm, unreadable expression, but there’s something different about her when she’s not surrounded by others. There’s a subtle shift in the way she moves, a vulnerability I can’t quite place but feel nonetheless.