"Gu Shen, you big liar!"
"Liar!"
"Liar..."
The girl's voice echoed in the silver-white majestic mountains and hills, eventually dissipating along with the wind and snow.
This encounter on the tundra was destined to be short-lived.
Soon it was time for farewell.
Bai Xiu escorted Gu Xiaoman away from the snow mountain, passed by the green lake again, flew over the vast snow, and finally, when it was almost time to part, Gu Xiaoman suddenly asked, "Master Bai Xiu, everyone says Gu Shen is dead. Do you think so too?"
"This question... is meaningless."
Bai Xiu shook his head, saying, "I hope to see him again... but I also know this hope is very slim."
Gu Xiaoman's eyes showed some disappointment.
She quietly tightened the drawstring of her cloak and softly said, "I understand."
Bai Xiu looked at the little girl wrapped in a black cloak and saw the mature and experienced look on her face, feeling a surge of sadness in his heart.
The wind and snow were strong.
