The white-haired man's gentle eyes had turned cold, he stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff...

Feng Qing finally climbed to the top of the snow-capped mountain. She finally used her last strength to roll onto the ice rocks and took several breaths of labor before she raised her head.

Then she froze.

Feng Qing saw in front of her that the white-haired man who was with the two-winged snow lion was looking at her indifferently, expressionless.

"Hi. What a coincidence."

Feng Qing awkwardly raised her hand and said hello.

This time the distance was much closer, and Feng Qing could clearly see the appearance of the white-haired man.

This white-haired man has three-dimensional facial features, a straight nose bridge, and tight thin lips, giving him an exotic look. However, his face looks like he is only about thirty years old, which is completely inconsistent with his old white hair.

In contrast, the man in white also saw her appearance clearly.

After the man in white saw clearly Feng Qing's long eyebrows and a pair of bright starry eyes, he felt a little enlightened.

But Feng Qing didn't know that her appearance made the man in white feel emotional. Seeing that the man in white just looked at her indifferently and didn't answer, Feng Qing only felt more embarrassed.

Why is this man so young, yet his eyes are so cold and cold?

Feng Qing blinked, put away the dagger at hand, took out the peach blossom wine and drank two sips to warm up his body.

Then she looked up and saw that the white-haired man was still looking at her. She thought he also wanted to drink, so she rolled her eyes and handed out the wine bag in her hand.

"This is peach blossom wine. Do you want to drink it?"
Chapter completed!