"Dai, what are you doing here?" Shaya looked at the little girl, asking somewhat surprised.
The little girl's dirty face showed a hint of tension, her frostbitten hands anxiously tugged at her tattered sleeves, "Sister Shaya, you haven't come back, and I was a bit worried."
Shaya walked over in a few steps, squatted down, and gently wiped the little girl's face with her hand, holding her cold hands in hers, she said, "Don't worry about us, go back and take care of your sister, I'll come to see you later."
The little girl nodded seriously, looked at Fang Hong and the others, and walked towards the camp, turning her head back every few steps.
"Is she one of those you rescued yesterday...?" Fang Hong looked at the little girl, asking.
A trail of tiny footprints gradually disappeared in the snow far away.
