"Are we bringing Little Snow over?" Xiao Manxuan asked expectantly.
Lin Tian shook his head slightly and shared his thoughts, "If there's a suitable place for it to live, it can come or go as it pleases; it's not my pet to keep."
"A journey of thousands of miles, it can't come even if it wants to." Miss shook her head and said.
"Maybe we're thinking about it all wrong. Little Snow might want to see the outside world, but it never has before and doesn't know how. Plus, the food in the snow mountain might not be suitable for Little Snow." Xiao Manxuan blinked and presented a completely different perspective.
Lin Tian and Miss exchanged a glance and smiled; the little girl's way of thinking was quite unique — maybe she was a bird in her past life.
Her idea was quite reasonable, though. Little Snow was born on the snow mountain without any choice in the matter. Who really knows its true thoughts?
