Su Jing didn't want Baili An to leave here.
She still wanted to set kites all over the mountains when the spring breeze arrives next year. On his birthday, she would also take him down the mountain to see the city full of snow and fireworks.
Li Bansheng smiled and patted her head, saying, "Then hold him tight, even if you get bitten, hold on tight, because only when he's in your palm, he won't belong to someone else."
The confusion in Su Jing's eyes dissipated, and she nodded earnestly.
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At the edge of the Snow Cliff, the fierce north wind howled, and cold snow drifted down.
Baili An rarely relaxed, sitting lazily at the cliff's edge, his legs swinging back and forth over the Abyss, his garment blown open by the gusts, his wide robe and blood-stained, loose bandages fluttering wildly in the snowstorm.
His gaze was deep as he looked at the distant snowy scenery, his sight projecting far.
"Have you still decided to leave Taixuan?"
