The sound of crying in the cold night was as faint as the whimpering of a kitten, and the young girl's eyes, destined to look down upon all beings, were now furrowed and crying.
Chen Ye stood rigidly in the snow, at a loss.
Is this still the future Divine Maiden of Supreme Forgetting Emotions?
He looked down at the little girl in his arms.
The black furball didn't even care about being held, just sobbing, her frostbitten little fingers grasping his coat tightly.
A cascade of dark hair poured over his elbow,
the older girl lowered her head and wiped her tears with her left hand, looking pitiful.
"Master will make it up to you," Chen Ye suddenly squatted down, his fingertips flickering with golden light.
The Geng Metal Qi swept over the accumulated snow like a paper cutter, with broken jade and disordered spheres reshaping and reassembling under the guidance of spiritual power.
