The scene was still that of a howling cold wind, but at this moment, the wind and snow were not cold; an inexplicable warmth enveloped the entire world.
Every snowflake was so beautiful and magnificent, and the disaster at this moment was no longer fatal.
Baiyi looked around, realizing that the temperature here was not entirely due to the weather, but more so because of Luoning's state of mind at the time.
"Qin Mei, take good care of Luoning. I'll go see Elder Ma again."
A somewhat muffled male voice sounded, and nostalgia appeared in Luoning's eyes.
She held Baiyi's hand and walked forward, pushing open the wooden door of a small cabin. The creaking sound did not interrupt the warmth inside.
There was a young man with a blurry appearance, facing a woman who was extremely clear, but with an expression of bitterness.
In the woman's arms was a weak little girl about four or five years old, sleeping soundly.
