The gentle breeze over the river today wasn't cold. As it blew through the gallery bridge, it felt like the tender caress of a lover before spring's arrival. The sun, long obscured by snow and wind, finally made an appearance, its gaze fervent, making those under its rays feel a bit warm and itchy.

Yet, the 'girl' in the pale yellow dress standing before Wen Chaoshen felt an indescribable chill down her back.

He was sweating.

Cold sweat.