Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1572 - 965: Flower of Shared Admiration (Part 3)

Various blossoms, similar to those that loathe the cold and struggle to unfurl, remained as tightly shut buds. They shivered within the wind and snow, adorned with a layer of frost that resembled frozen crystals, appearing fragile and susceptible to withering.

It seemed that Fang Geyu's daily preoccupations did not extend to these delicate blooms, allowing precious flower seeds to tumble to the earth and grow unchecked.

Their development was far less robust than the wildflowers flourishing along the willow-shaded paths outside this residence in Shifang City.

Yet, within the span of a single moment, these flowers appeared as though blessed by the very Flower God, each one blooming with more vibrancy and life than the last.

Yin Baishuang remarked, "Enchanting Demons originate from the Beiyuan Forest, their inherent aura resonating harmoniously with wood spirits and floral life. The disposition of a potent Enchanting Demon can profoundly affect the growth of surrounding plant life.

Though Shifang City is perpetually cloaked in snow with blossoms that never fade, it is only today, within the Third Miss's estate, that the flora seems to be languishing.

However, at this very moment, it appears someone's spirits have been uplifted, enabling these flowers to elude impending doom and burst forth with renewed life."

Reaching into the floral bushes, Yin Baishuang plucked a bright yellow chrysanthemum, bringing it delicately to her nose to inhale its fragrance.

A slow smile graced her lips as she stated, "I truly struggle to fathom the intensity of emotional fluctuation, the sheer depth of joy and surprise, required to inspire every flower in the garden to bloom so magnificently in the blink of an eye?"

Her gaze shifted, the apricot-shaped eyes shimmering with a playful glint: "I presume the wine at Rong Lijun’s banquet tasted exceptionally sweet during its latter half?"

The world was enveloped by snowflakes, drifting down like fine grains of sand.

Despite this, the biting cold could not stifle the flourishing expanse of thousands of flowers and grasses, teeming with verdant life.

Ning Feiyan's brows drew together in a dangerous furrow, and a palpable sense of an approaching storm brewed deep within her resolute eyes.

The chilling wind swept across her cheeks, and amidst the disarray of her dark hair, a pair of delicate, white, slightly pointed ears flushed with a faint crimson hue.

Baili An paused momentarily, his fingers tightening imperceptibly within his sleeves.

It seemed Yin Baishuang's words, like dandelion seeds caught on the breeze, landed gently upon his heart.

He had never envisioned that Ning Feiyan, so fiercely independent and averse to reliance,

So indifferent and aloof, possessing an worldly wisdom akin to a phantom, having experienced the gravest sins of existence, only to be subsequently forsaken.

Could still harbor an ardently passionate, warm core that defied imagination.

How had he failed to perceive this?

From the very instant he had entered the banquet, it was not merely one individual whose eyes had sparkled.

Observing Ning Feiyan, who, even after her true nature was revealed, maintained an facade of calm indifference, yet the tips of her ears betrayed her with a subtle blush, utterly unaware.

Baili An's heart instantly melted, soft and yielding like spun pink candy.

He approached, foregoing any jest regarding Ning Feiyan's flustered state. Instead, he simply raised a hand to adjust her slightly askew hair tie.

Her long, dark tresses immediately cascaded, as soft as a crow's midnight feathers, like spilled ink, momentarily obscuring their intertwined gazes.

Baili An's long fingers threaded through her snow-dusted hair, gently smoothing and re-styling it into a neat, high ponytail.

Then, without a moment's hesitation, he tenderly drew her slightly chilled form into his embrace, seeking warmth against the winter's snow.

The female demon, who had boldly proclaimed herself pregnant with his child not long prior, stiffened almost imperceptibly, projecting an air of shyness, offering a token resistance for a fleeting second.

But ultimately, she found herself enveloped in his arms nonetheless.

Baili An's palm covered her hand, angling the protective umbrella to shield them from the astonished stares of the distant suitors.

"In recent days, has this little mischievous cat missed me?" he inquired softly, his tone devoid of any jest.

The strands of hair he had just touched felt incredibly light, a faint tickle, and strangely warm against the back of her head.

Ning Feiyan's gaze remained fixed on the swirling wind and snow that painted the heavens and earth, offering no reply.

Baili An did not press for her answer, his deep voice imbued with a hint of laughter as he gently confessed, "Mischievous cat, I find myself missing you quite often."

"Furthermore, the flowers you invited me to admire today are exceptionally beautiful."