No one knows how many mountains have been crossed, nor how many days have passed.
Su Muyao was so cold that she felt she could barely hold onto Xiao Jihan.
Yet she felt the fox fur on Da Bao in her arms seemed to be emitting warmth.
It felt just like holding a furnace, gradually warming her body.
Su Muyao realized something, and her heart was overwhelmed with emotion, "Da Bao, did you use the Fire Ability? Isn't it exhausting?"
This child is so young yet so sensible.
Clearly, she should be the one taking care of Zaizai.
"Mother, it's not exhausting. I didn't use the Fire Ability."
He probably feels the cold outside, and his body automatically warms up.
Su Muyao felt that Da Bao's talent might even surpass Hua Linye.
In winter, hugging such a fire-like warmth indeed feels comforting.
"Is Mother still cold now?"
Su Muyao's heart was filled with warmth, and she softly said, "Not cold anymore."
