Yang Ruxin was trapped in the mist at that moment. She didn't know how she ended up in this place, nor did she know where it was. It just felt like she suddenly arrived here, and all around was a gray, hazy mist. She called out, but no one answered; she could only keep walking forward. However, she was exhausted and still found no exit.
What should she do?
She couldn't be trapped here, so she had to find a way out.
She didn't know how long she had been walking when suddenly there was a sound by her ears, a familiar sound of children playing.
Yang Ruxin smiled. Was she about to see those three little ones again? She hurriedly quickened her pace, eventually running. Finally, just as she felt she couldn't catch her breath, it suddenly opened up in front of her. It was still a world of white snow, where three small children with red bellybands were rolling and playing in the snow.
