Baili Xia thought Mu Xiaojiu intended to take her up the mountain to see the Snowfield Rosy Clouds blooming everywhere.
Unexpectedly, before they reached the top, he changed directions and found another small path, heading toward the other side of the mountain.
Baili Xia couldn't fathom his intentions at all.
Looking up, the Snowfield Rosy Clouds were already within reach, yet she had no chance to go over and take a look.
These were Bei Qingyou's favorite flowers when she was alive...
Seeing Mu Xiaojiu had gone far ahead, Baili Xia resignedly turned around and followed him.
"Uncle, where are you taking me?" If not for his "birthday these days," she would really feel like abandoning him.
Always calling her over and dismissing her, it was never clear what he considered her to be.
Mu Xiaojiu remained silent, only slowing his steps when the mountain path began to get rugged.
Baili Xia silently followed.
On the other side of Hongxia Mountain, there was actually a small village.
