This is a high small hill, from here you can see more than half of Qingshui Village. This place is usually lush and verdant, but now it's covered in snow, all white.
A gust of wind blew, carrying snowflakes, and set a white figure in motion.
Li Qingmu stood at the top of this hill, gazing into the distance, eyes deep and thoughtful.
"A Mu..." Long Yue slowly approached, looking at the thin layer of snow accumulated on his body with a bit of heartache, "Let's find a place to take shelter! Your body isn't well enough to bear the cold..."
"I'm sorry, Yue'er, I was impulsive..."
Li Qingmu slowly turned around, a look of guilt in his eyes.
"I shouldn't have... given them everything, now we..." Dressed in plain clothes, haha, we have nowhere to go!
Li Qingmu felt it was fine for him to have no place to stay, but felt truly guilty for putting his young wife through hardship.
