"Jiang Ning, you're truly a kind-hearted person, reuniting the family of three!"
In the vast snowfield, Xue Yuantong's footprints stamped out cute marks as she trudged towards the bungalow in the west.
Jiang Ning carried a snake-skin bag: "A family should be neat and complete."
Beside him, Xue Chuchu was momentarily speechless, too brutal, the two of them.
She deeply realized that she was the most conscientious member of the team.
Snowflakes filled the sky, the footprints they made on the way had already been covered, making it impossible to trace them, even they seemed to blend into the snow, becoming part of the scenery.
Gradually, as they reached the bungalow, only the snow-covered ground at the entrance held a series of footprints of varying depth clearly visible, some straight, some winding, marking human activities.
