Before long, a small path appeared among the wild grass.
After a while, the surroundings of the path were no longer wild grass, but trees; they arrived at a path in a deep forest.
Su Qing lifted her face, snow was drifting in the sky.
When she lowered her head, the snow on the ground was already ankle deep.
A black bird landed, perched on a white-coated branch, resembling an inconspicuous shadow, only its shape was special, much like a heart-shaped cloud in the sky.
"Wait here."
The five of them looked towards the end of the road, and soon, the sound of footsteps crunching on the snow came.
An old ox, pulling a cart, trudged step by step, with the seven or eight-year-old Gu Ran by its side not carrying firewood. He wore an old military cap, thick outdated cotton-padded jacket, with both hands tucked in his sleeves.
Snowflakes fluttered, the man and ox walked on the snowy road.
"Why isn't he sitting in the cart?" He Qingyan asked, looking up puzzled.
