Instantly, a cold touch shot through Wen Ran, sending violent shivers down his spine. The foreign, soft press of her lips was nothing like he had expected. In truth, it was nothing more than an icy, suffocating chill that quickly consumed him. There was no warmth, no stimulation, only the overwhelming coldness of death itself. His heart, once thundering with fire and fury, stilled in mere moments. A quick, painless death. His body, once full of life, remained frozen in the same position as when their lips first met, suspended in time. A thin, frosty layer of ice began to form over his skin, slowly creeping into his internal organs, chilling him from the inside out.