Xiao Xue blinked, then blinked again. Is there any difference between the snowflakes' snow and the falling snow?
"Brother Xue Xi, are you here to buy spiritual artifacts too?" Xiao Xue found a comfortable position sitting in Xue Xi's lap and asked.
Xue Xi glanced at her, paused for a moment, and unexpectedly replied, "Just passing by, thought I'd take a look."
Sitting opposite Xue Xi was a young lad who looked about fifteen or sixteen. He was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at the two of them. Was he seeing things? Or... dreaming? He gave his own arm a hard pinch, wincing in pain, no, this wasn't a dream!
But... their Young Master was actually talking to some inexplicable little girl who just jumped out?
The sun must have risen from the west!
