However, the white-haired Lolita in his arms came up with a different answer:
"The merfolk live in the deep sea, and the power of ice and snow can hardly reach there, so the snow disaster didn't affect the merfolk."
"Doesn't that mean the merfolk could have safely avoided this calamity?" Xi Mu looked down at the calm-faced, white-haired Lolita holding a book in his arms, he raised his hand to ruffle her head and asked with a smile:
"You're worthy of being the little princess of the Dragon Clan, you know so much."
"..."
The white-haired Lolita rolled her eyes gently. She could no longer distinguish whether what Ahtal said was true or false.
"But even if they can escape the snow disaster, there must be other corresponding disasters, right?" Xi Mu asked while petting the Lolita in his arms, watching her displeased yet enduring expression, he petted even more vigorously.
It was this expression and attitude — being full of guard yet having to endure — that was so delightful to him.
