Inside the ancient city, everything was the same as before. The cold winds cut people's faces like knives. Only places that were blocked by the old city walls seemed to be slightly warmer.
Jiang Yingrong's face had a trace of hesitation that was difficult to describe. Although she was a woman, she was decisive in her actions and was definitely not inferior to a man. Nonetheless, at this moment, there was a flicker in her eyes. It was obvious that she was uneasy and was unable to make a decision.
All of a sudden, the sound of children laughing and playing could be heard not far away.
Jiang Qingcheng's baby-like laughter rang out like a bell, bringing a pure vitality to this lifeless world.
Jiang Yingrong turned her head to look and saw her precious daughter walking in circles around Lil' Man. The little girl's face was full of smiles, but Lil' Man was still unmoved like an ice-cold stone.
