The green bamboo raft had just cleared the final bend of Eagle Sorrow Ravine when a biting northerly wind whipped snow particles into their faces. Azhi hurriedly wrapped her moon-white cloak tighter, frost crystals instantly forming on the tips of her hair. Xingye unfastened his silver fox fur mantle to drape it over her, but the young girl nimbly dodged him.
"Your own ears are frozen red!"
Azhi fished a gilded hand warmer from her sleeve and shoved it toward him. The honeysuckle patterns carved into the metal pressed warmly against Xingye’s palm. She turned to help Shen Qing tidy the medicine cabinet, which had been scattered by the wind; the silver bracelets on her wrists clattered against the sandalwood drawers with a clear, crisp chime.
Chapter 97