"Little one, what's your name?"
The woman in the white dress stood outside the courtyard, her hands behind her back, smiling at the little boy who was gathering dried fish.
Xiao Mo gazed at the woman in white, an indescribable emotion stirring in his heart.
'For me,' he thought, 'this second life has passed in the blink of an eye.'
But for Bai Ruxue...
...it had been a three-thousand-year wait.
"I... My name is Xiao Mo..." Xiao Mo said slowly. "Xiao, as in desolate, and Mo, as in ink. The village chief gave me the name."
Hearing the little boy say his name, Bai Ruxue's eyes trembled slightly, and beneath her long sleeves, her small hands couldn't help but clench.
But she quickly regained her composure. "Xiao Mo, huh? That's a very nice name."
"Thank you for the compliment, Big Sister. Is there something you need?"
"Oh, it's nothing much," Bai Ruxue said, shaking her head. "It's just that I was passing by and got a little thirsty. Could I trouble you for a drink of water?"
