Wrapped in the warmth of an elegant fur coat, Meng Nan softly spoke as he gazed ahead at the snow-covered palaces stretching out into the distance.
"Indeed..."
"We used to dread the snowfall because our clothes were thin and it was so cold..."
"I was so scared we would end up like the others, dead on the roadside..."
Upon hearing this, Iron Zheng responded in a hushed voice, saying, "Sister, every day feels like a dream to me now..."
"I wonder if Uncle made a mistake in finding us. I fear waking up one day, finding ourselves back in the corner of the west district of Jinhua Prefecture..."
"I am terrified that all of this is just a dream..."
Ten-year-old Iron Zheng had already developed the rationality of an adult.
Hearing this, Meng Nan can't help herself but to move closer, gently patting his little head, reassuring him, "Don't worry, Uncle Lu is an Immortal, he wouldn't have picked the wrong person..."
"Little brother, you are exactly who he was looking for..."
