Zhao Yuqing stood alone on the mountaintop, with a vast expanse of white snow under her feet and a hazy sea of clouds in the distance.
Is yearning far or near?
Not far!
Yearning lies in the heart, how can it be distant?
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yuqing's mouth as she gazed towards the horizon.
Suddenly!
A gust of cold wind brushed her face!
Zhao Yuqing's elegant brows furrowed slightly as she glanced sideways and saw a man in a black samurai outfit. Unbeknownst to her, he had already appeared behind her.
"This lady, my young master would like to invite you for a drink, may we have the honor of your company?"
Zhao Yuqing's response was still concise and to the point.
"Not interested!"
Nozawa Saburo became somewhat annoyed and said coldly, "Since the lady is unwilling to grant us the honor, I shall not be polite!"
Before his words touched the ground, he violently drew his katana, attempting to coerce Zhao Yuqing to follow him.
