Without bickering with May any further, Xyla turned around and started walking upstairs.

“Xyla Quest, I won’t let you off the hook! Just you wait! Emily and I won’t be defeated by you this easily!” May murmured to herself in a murderous tone.

After returning to her room, Xyla poured herself a glass of red wine and began observing the snowy view outside from her balcony.

The layer of snow on the red plum tree seemed so thick that it might cause one of its branches to snap.

Against the fully white