During The Blizzard (Amidst A Snowstorm Of Love)

Canto 54: Golden Reflection

"As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the world in fiery hues, I see only your reflection in my eyes, a love as vibrant and eternal as the setting sun."

Translator: Wuxia Studio, Editor: M.H Lovecraft (Enochian_)

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Yin Guo watched, heart sinking with each glistening drop. The snow, packed tight moments ago, surrendered to the relentless sun, exceeding 30 degrees. Panic bubbled up, "It's melting! What will I do?"

He sat beneath a shady haven, knees drawn to his chest, observing the bizarre tableau. A woman, tears mirroring the snow's fate, desperately cradling its fleeting form. To onlookers, she might have been a woman fighting the inevitable, an outsider in a land of sand and sun.

Lin Yiyang watched, sunlight dappling his face, the melting snow soaking into the beach beneath his feet. He offered no words, simply a silent presence.

Finally, she embraced him, disregarding the rivulets of sweat clinging to his skin or the sand painting her hands. In that moment, the world faded. Only they existed, their bond a testament to a love defying seasons and logic.

How else could you explain a man who whisked you from snow-capped peaks to a midsummer beach, amidst flickering torches? A man who, surrounded by tourists in their summer attire, presented you on this very beach, before their curious eyes, with a box of winter snow. A gift as unique as your love, a testament to a heart that could hold both the warmth of summer and the chill of winter, all for you.

Lin Yiyang's hand dipped lower, finding its way to the edge of the girl's hot pants pocket. Slowly, his fingers trailed the stitching, a silent question escaping his lips, "Happy?"

She responded with a contented hum, her grip tightening around him.

For Lin Yiyang, hauling snow to this sweltering beach wouldn't have elicited the same joy. But when you cared for someone, their happiness became your own, even if it meant seeming outlandish to others. Witnessing her delight mirrored his own, his heart brimming with warmth that surpassed the summer sun.

The abandoned incubator stood silent beside them, its once-teeming snow now an empty vessel reflecting the relentless sun. Heat shimmered off the sand, blurring the figures of surfers dancing on the waves.

Lin Yiyang went out to buy a drink, he returned and a pineapple smoothie clutched in his hand, a cool offering to combat the oppressive heat.

Yin Guo, perched on the beach like a seashell half-buried in the sand, watched the surfers with a silent fascination. Sweat beaded on her forehead, mirroring the dewdrops clinging to the straw she held between her lips. Every ten seconds, a playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, an unspoken thank you for the frosty relief.

Unable to quell his own restlessness, Lin Yiyang discarded the pineapple, his footprints marring the pristine sand. He paced around her, each step a deeper imprint than the last, like a planet orbiting its sun. After a few restless circles, he reached out, surprising her with a gentle grasp on her ankle.

"Aren't you worried you'll melt?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Yin Guo, her lips curved in a mischievous smile, simply shook her head. The next moment, his hand tightened, and she found herself pulled forward.

Laughter erupted as Yin Guo tumbled forward, landing with a soft thud in the sand. She dusted herself off, playful defiance sparkling in her eyes. "Alright, alright, you win this round," she conceded, a playful pout forming on her lips.