The biting cold wind howled, whipping the accumulated snow atop the Peak of Kunlun into a swirling tempest, blurring the boundary between earth and sky in a vast expanse of white. Gazing at the churning black mist before her, Qin Zhizhi took a deep breath, suppressing the final trace of unease in her heart. Yin Sichen’s warm, dry hand grasped hers, transmitting a steady, resolute strength.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here." His deep voice seemed imbued with a magic of its own, instantly smoothing away the agitation in her heart.
Qin Zhizhi raised a confident smile. "Mm, we are definitely going to win!"
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