From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1450: 660 You are my pride_2 Chapter 1450: 660 You are my pride_2 Aubree Groove finally realized why this place was referred to as the forbidden land.

With its ferocious nature, resilient to harsh cold, anyone who faces a snow wolf like this becomes nothing but prey.

Just like that, one woman and one wolf stand off in silence, neither makes the first move.

Eventually, Aubree sheaths her dagger, choosing to take a gamble.

In silence, she approaches the snow wolf.

Those emotionless deep-blue eyes watch her calmly, as the creature opens its mouth, revealing fangs menacing in appearance.

An ordinary person might be petrified on the spot.

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Showing neither surprise nor fear, as she walks past, the snow wolf exhales warm breath, sending shivers down her bare hand due to the abrupt switch between hot and cold.

The next moment, the snow wolf follows Aubree’s steps, moving deeper into Snow Cedar Forest together.

A shadow sweeps overhead.

Aubree looks up to see an enormous, robust sea bird circling above.

With its brown, unblemished feathers and glossy black beak, those round, radiant eyes seem to be scouting for prey.

There are about seven to eight; constantly swirling just above Aubree.

With a long howl from the snow wolf, snow on the pine leaves trembles and falls, sending the bunch of seabirds scattering and disappearing in fear in the blink of an eye.

Turning her head, Aubree looks at the snow wolf, opening her mouth to say, “Thank you.”

With its head held high, the snow wolf resembles a proud warrior.

Smiling, Aubree continues her journey deeper into the forest.

The edge of the Snow Cedar Forest leads to a gigantic glacier.

The chill wind hits right in the face, the coldness seems to seep into one’s bones.

A river winds its path westward along the glacier; to the south, glacier mountains soar toward the sky.

Under the sun’s rays, they sparkle like clear blue crystals — pristine, ethereal, and beautiful.

In the distance, an array of glacier mountains stretches far into the horizon.

They are jagged yet grand, vastly spectacular.

The magnificent scene compels one to marvel at nature’s craftsmanship.

Once a person sees such picturesque beauty, all other scenes pale in comparison.

Following the direction of the river, Aubree walks roughly two kilometers and discovers a natural ice cave beneath the glacier mountain.

However, to enter the cave requires crossing the river.

The river does not seem particularly wide, but crossing it would be challenging.

Just as Aubree contemplates how to traverse the river, the snow wolf jumps into it, floating on the water surface.

Looking back at Aubree with an encouraging gesture, it appears to sign for her to get upon its back.

Once across the river, the snow wolf climbs ashore, shaking off pieces of ice attached to its body.

As Aubree steps into the cave, she feels the cold rush from her feet to the rest of her body.

Her bare hands show signs of severe frostbite, beginning to swell.

This cave isn’t very deep, being much colder than the outside.

The freezing air makes it hard for Aubree to move.

A naked woman curls up amidst the freezing chill.

Under the surreal beauty of the ice cave, her presence seems bizarrely out of place.

Suppressing her discomfort, Aubree quickens her steps and kneels.

The woman’s entire body is frozen rigid, covered with a layer of frost on her eyelashes and skin.

Her hands cradle her chest protectively, her beautiful face is distorted, contorted in pain.

Although Aubree can’t feel a pulse, she knows that this woman is not dead.

She has survived so far in a form of glucose storage, which keeps her blood invigorated and brings down the freezing temperature of her blood — a “low temperature preservation formula” akin to hibernation in animals.

Yet this process is torturous to those who are frozen.

She experiences the agony of cold and torment while staying fully conscious amidst hopelessness; even death journey seems a luxury.

This is a cruel form of torture.

Gazing at a face twisted with excruciating pain, Aubree sighs deeply.

Virginia Frost, who in this world could bear such a deep grudge against you?

Aubree removes her coat, covering over the woman’s bare body, preserving the last shred of dignity she had left.

If you had known that this day would come, would you regret your past actions?

Every action has consequences.

Aubree is torn between feeling pity for the woman’s plight or lamenting about karma they say is inevitable.

She sat for a long time, so long that her hands began to fester and eyelashes accumulated layers of frost as if her blood had turned into ice, no longer able to circulate.

Collapsing onto the ice, she stares at the streak of sunlight shining into the cave.

She no longer has the strength to return.

The snow wolf approaches, its tongue grazing her face, but even that fleeting warmth can’t melt the chill entrenched within her.