Little Hua immediately began to struggle with all her might, thrashing against the restraints.
"No! Let me go! Please let me go!" she wailed, her voice echoing heartbreakingly across the snowy peak.
"I want to see Female Master! I want to see Stove! I want to see the cubs!"
But no matter how much she cried, begged, and thrashed, nobody released their grip on her. This wasn't because they did not love her, but rather because they loved her far too much to risk her life.
Nearby, her mother was crying quietly as well, her leaves drooping sadly toward the frozen ground.
Watching her only daughter struggle and scream like this made her feel as though her own heart was being violently torn apart.
Little Hua was her only child.
Among rare spiritual plants, having offspring was an extremely difficult and miraculous thing.
