In the chilling wilderness of each night, they huddled under the covers and drifted into dreams.
Their bond was unexpectedly harmonious and intimate, a relationship stronger than kin.
And it was on this brief yet unusually carefree journey that Luo Xiu and Xiaoyu shared their own past stories and worries with each other.
Thus Xiaoyu learned the secret of Luo Xiu's Pure White Cold Palace.
She even joked about whether Xiu'er would encounter the melodramatic plot in storybooks, where the destined hero suffers a fatal injury that requires her sacrifice to save him...
But at the time, the two girls laughed and teased each other, yet now the words seemed to have come true, and they fell silent.
Just then, the unconscious Zhao Rong suddenly moaned in pain, his voice faint yet enough to make Luo Xiu's tense body tremble.
Fortunately, it was nothing serious. Shortly afterward, Zhao Rong was silent again, his breathing steadier, and Luo Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.
