The little girl had just reached out her hand when Xie Suzhi caught it and tucked it back under her vermilion brocade cape.
"It's too cold. Don't pass her around. We don't want Ningning to catch a chill," Xie Suzhi said to his son, his brows furrowed.
Shen Ningning's voice was soft and sweet. Blinking her big eyes, she said, "It's okay!"
She had eaten some Spirit Grass before leaving, so she wasn't cold at all.
In fact, she felt a little warm!
Seeing his father holding the little girl without any sign of letting go, Xie Mingxu sighed helplessly and dismounted, walking over to Shen Ningning himself.
He then bent down and pressed his icy cheek against Shen Ningning's.
The chill coming off him made the little girl's chubby pink cheeks quiver.
"Brother, you're so cold!" Shen Ningning said, her dark, limpid eyes already filling with worry.
The journey to the border was a thousand miles long, through biting winds and vast, white snows.
