His thoughts drifted back to his time in Raincloud Village. Although snow would occasionally fall there, it was nothing like this.
Only at the end of the year did the village ever see such a heavy blanket of white—but even then, it lacked the striking beauty before him now.
The Blackwood Forest, for all its mystery, had no Silverpine trees to paint the landscape with this delicate, frosted elegance.
"That's the beauty of this place," Chen Mei said, her voice bright with excitement as she gazed at the snow-covered horizon.
"Because of the unique climate around Silverpine City, there's almost always snow here—even though it's the middle of summer!"
Her enthusiasm was infectious, and for a moment, the tension from before seemed to melt away, replaced by the quiet awe of the snowy expanse surrounding them.
Chen Mei, noticing that Feng was genuinely listening, lifted her head even higher, her ample chest bouncing slightly with the movement—an undeniably distracting sight.
