He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Having spent two days fooling around at Zuihuanlou, Leng Huan hadn't really explored Dongjun City properly. After leaving Fengshenglou, the two went to a restaurant for a meal. The delicacies were all spiritual foods, much tastier than Bigu pills.

Leng Huan hadn't rested for two days, yet he didn't feel tired at all. He left the restaurant in high spirits, ostensibly to aid digestion.

Seeing a little girl selling flowers on the street, her basket full of red plum blossoms, and a cluster of peculiar pure white flowers shorter than the plum blossom branches, the petals like crescent moons, layered together, very beautiful. Leng Huan looked at the little girl's face, which was red from the cold, and she was shivering, seemingly shivering and stamping her feet.

"Big brother, would you like to buy flowers?" The little girl saw Leng Huan stop in front of her and quickly picked up the bamboo basket to show him, her voice crisp and clear: "These are all fresh flowers, I just picked them."

Leng Huan smiled gently, pointed to the small white flower, and asked her, "What kind of flower is this?"

"Moon in the snow!"

"Why is it called this name?"

"Ah, I... I named it myself. It... it didn't originally have a name..."

Nameless, it is the origin of all things. Named, it is the mother of all things.

All things are nameless, yet all things possess a spirit.

As the little girl described where she picked the flowers, Leng Huan seemed to see a patch of unknown white flowers blooming brightly in the cracks of rocks in the snow, swaying in the wind. Suddenly, a small figure appeared and carefully picked them, calling them "Moon in the Snow".

From then on, a flower called "Moon in the Snow" appeared in the world.

"Good name!"

Leng Huan bought all the flowers and walked down the street carrying a bamboo basket.

Only when you get close can you smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, along with the delicate scent of snow and moonlight—a blend of natural plant aromas and a hint of ice and snow.

She took a deep breath and a leisurely smile appeared on her face.

———The expression on her face was exceptionally gentle as she lowered her head to smell the fragrance of the flowers. Seeing her so happy, Fu Xun glanced down at the flowers she was holding. They were plain and ordinary, just common flowers that grew in the snow and under the rocks, except for the white spots.

But the fact that it brought her joy in her hands was what made it so special, according to Fu Xun.

This is no ordinary case.

Just then, they passed by a stall selling colorful threads, which had all sorts of woven nets in various colors. Leng Huan stopped, holding a flower basket, picked out a large bunch of colorful threads, and then picked out some pink and white gauze. He paid the bill and left while Fu Xun looked on in confusion.

Back at the inn, Leng Huan hummed a little tune in a cheerful mood. She took out some light gauze and colorful threads, trimmed the plum blossoms, and tied them together with Xue Zhongyue into a bouquet. The flowers were pink, white, red, and brown, tied with elegant colored threads, and finally tidied up the outer gauze.

The bouquet is beautiful.

Put it back into the bamboo basket and place it on the table as a vase of flowers.

"Does it look good?"

"Hmm," feeling it was a bit perfunctory, Fu Xun added two more words: "It looks good."

Hearing his affirmative answer, Leng Huan was satisfied. When Leng Qing was learning flower arranging, she was the one who did all the hard work and odd jobs. Now her skills are as good as ever.

In the past, Fu Xun found it boring to watch the maids and young ladies arranging flowers, but now he felt that Leng Huan was indeed skillful (not really), and he actually watched the whole process seriously.

Suddenly, she commanded again, "Ah Xun, take out your sword."

“Okay…” Fu Xun was puzzled, but still took out the Xuan Tie Sword and placed it on the table.

Leng Huan simply reached out and gestured at the hilt of the sword before letting him go out to play.

"..." He returned to the next room, bewildered.

Then, he meditated in confusion all night. When they met the next day, Leng Huan asked him to take out his sword again. This time, Leng Huan took out a colorful net shaped like a gourd.

It was hung on the hilt of his sword.

A small gourd tassel, about the size of a palm, appeared on the empty hanging ring of the black iron sword.

The colors were vibrant and the style seemed to clash with the sword itself, but Leng Huan thought it was perfectly fine!

"Tsk tsk..."

He even praised his own skills, saying they were no less than what he used to be. Oh, back then, his dormmates used every trick in the book to help their brother woo his girlfriend. Some of the boys would stay up late at night knitting scarves, gloves, hand ropes, nets, and flower baskets, working even harder than the girls. That's how Leng Huan honed his skills.

She explained, "I owe you a birthday gift from back then."

Touching the hairpin in her hair, she sighed, "Who knew I would suddenly go into seclusion like that? It's been so long, I almost forgot. Don't mind, consider this an apology, I'll celebrate your birthday next time."

So that's how it is. He had already forgotten about it, but she still remembered. Fu Xun shook his head: "Of course I don't mind. This is fine." He slightly closed his eyelashes, and suddenly a faint smile appeared on his lips, sounding like a light sneer.

The colorful gourd tassels on the sword swayed gently.

Leng Huan scratched his head: "Don't laugh..."

"A gourd is believed to bring peace and safety..."

Fu Xun nodded seriously: "Really, I like it very much."

After all that, Leng Huan couldn't find anything suitable to give as a gift. What she bought was not as good as what she made herself. However, her weapon-refining skills were only at the beginner level. Oh well, she yawned after not sleeping all night.

"I'm going to sleep. Call me again tomorrow to set off."

Fu Xun poked the colorful gourd tassel with his finger and replied with a slight frown, "Okay."

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That's what they say, but perhaps because of the moon in the snow, Leng Huan suddenly felt something and entered a mysterious realm. On the vast snowfield where snow was falling all over the sky and ice was frozen solid, the cold wind passed by and there was no trace of life.

However, in the darkest corners, life perseveres tenaciously, growing through stone and thriving in the light. Beneath the blanket of ice and snow, a tender green shoot quietly emerges, instantly turning the fields green and bringing spring to the whole world.

—She opened her eyes.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing her in its warmth.

I slept exceptionally well, feeling light and airy all over. It was almost like I'd taken a deep breath!

"Are you leaving?"

Leng Huan stretched and looked at Fu Xun, who had entered at some point.

Upon hearing this, he looked at Leng Huan with surprise, his brows furrowing slightly, and his voice sounded helpless: "Brother Huan, you've been sleeping for three days and three nights..."

Leng Huan put down his hand that had been rubbing his eyes. Three days?

After realizing what was happening, she quickly looked out the window. There was a tree in the alley next to the window that had been bare before, but now... now it was full of green branches.

Three days? No, she can't possibly sleep from winter to spring!

"What happened?" She was stunned in surprise. Suddenly a cold wind blew, and the green leaves of the tree withered and fell off instantly, and the trunk returned to its original state.

Fu Xun shook his head. He raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike, scattering the fallen leaves. "Brother Huan, you must have had an epiphany before." Actually, he didn't know how to explain it, but this seemed to be the only plausible explanation.

—During the days that Leng Huan was in a coma, a strange power suddenly erupted from her body, affecting the tree outside the window like the spring sun. Fu Xun reacted quickly and used a concealment array to isolate Leng Huan from the entire room before the effects spread further.

So he stayed to protect the Dharma and didn't go next door.

A sudden realization dawned on Leng Huan: "Hahaha, it's because I had a dream, a dream where spring was in full bloom! It must be that my spiritual energy might have leaked out uncontrollably... Yes, that must be it, I feel incredibly energetic right now!"

Seeing her laughing, Fu Xun shook his head inwardly, thinking that spiritual energy dissipation wouldn't cause such a phenomenon.

She felt a cool and itchy sensation on her forehead. No one saw a very faint mark flash across her forehead. Leng Huan raised her hand to rub it, then ran to the table and gulped down several cups of spiritual tea.

"What about Qi Ruxing and the others?"

"I have already sent a message to inform them once you wake up."

Leng Huan has now mastered the Cleansing Technique, and after cleaning himself from head to toe, he changed into a black robe.

Turning her head, she saw that the bouquet was still full of life. She paused, then walked past, knowing that it would eventually wither.

"Let's go."

"Brother Huan, don't you want this flower anymore?"

"Ah."

"Then take it."

Fu Xun took out a foot-long jade box and put the bouquet inside. Leng Huan had already nodded and stepped out of the room.

……