The woman's drifting gaze carried a gentle warmth with it.
Baili Xia didn't even think before rushing toward her.
But even though she was right in front of her, that figure always kept a certain distance, no matter how hard she chased, she couldn't catch up.
She didn't even know who the woman was, yet the moment she opened her mouth, she was calling out to Bei Qingyou.
"Bei Qingyou, are you my mother? Are you my mother?"
No one answered. That blurry-faced woman still smiled faintly at her.
Baili Xia desperately wanted to chase after her, but suddenly, a gust of wind blew fiercely.
The wind hit her body—it was so cold, so cold that her entire body began to tremble.
Was Bei Qingyou really her mother? Was she?
So cold, unbearably cold. Where was this place? Why was it so cold?
Suddenly, it seemed someone was approaching, but she couldn't see his face clearly.
She only knew that as he got closer, her body gradually began to warm up.
