In the snow-covered mountains, there is a small wooden cabin. Little Jian Xi leans against the window, watching the storm outside, waiting for her father to come home…
Countless lonely nights, she has waited like this.
She is not sad, not at all. Because in just a little while, her father will be back.
She comforts herself, waiting and waiting.
Even when it gets dark, her father still hasn't returned…
"Daddy!"
Jian Xi screams in shock, waking up.
Nan Mufeng and Rui Kun, who are talking softly outside, are startled and rush in together.
Jian Xi sits on the bed, gasping for air, sweat as big as beans rolling down her forehead. Tears also break free from her eyes.
The once blurry memories finally have a clear fragment, but they are so cruel.
She remembers now. After that night, she never saw her father again. The people in the mountain all said her father was dead…
Daddy…
The pain in her heart is intense, and tears flood like a tide.
