Mo Mo knelt on the bitterly cold snow-covered ground, his fingers frantically clawing at the floor in agony, with all the spaces between them filled with blood.
The girl he was protecting beneath him was motionless and would no longer smile.
Perhaps Mo Mo had just returned; the chariot by his side suggested he might have just rushed back from a town, which is why he was the one who escaped death. But that's not important; given his lack of protection against the blizzard, he likely wouldn't live much longer.
Su Ming'an watched for a while before he prepared to turn and leave.
Logically, since Qingqing was dead, the failure of the side mission shouldn't affect the Perfect Completion Progress. This mission seemed insignificant. Since this place was no longer safe, there was no need for him to linger.
It was already the ninth night, and it was almost past midnight. The tenth day was critical. He had to find somewhere safe.
