Savior
Editor: Henyee Translations
Mo Lian stepped down from the carriage and held her chilly hand. He asked softly, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong?"
Qiao Mu stared at the girl for a long time, but her mind had wandered off.
She stood there for such a long time that she was practically about to turn into an exquisite snow sculpture.
She stood there helplessly in a daze. It was as if she were the only person left in the entire world.
The light snow landed on her body, face, hair and neck. Her sight seemed to ripple and undulate.
It let her see herself from the very, very distant past.
That small figure was also kneeling in front of the pharmacy and begging the shopkeeper to bestow a panacea and take a look at her mother who was on the verge of death after giving birth…
She had been so insignificant back then. So pitiful and pitiable, so negligible. If was as if she were only a speck of dust in this world, so weak and fragile that it made one tremble from fear.