Such a young age, yet possessing such strength!
If not a god, how else could one explain all of this? Therefore, the little one inexplicably became a local object of faith.
The child did not care about all that; first, she played to her heart's content atop the snow monster's head for a while, giggling and playing until she was covered in sweat, even losing her big padded coat.
About an hour later, the little one finally remembered she had to go back, which was truly something else.
"I'm going back now."
The little one said to the crowd below.
Immediately!
With a black hole, the little one left the Alps, disappearing from everyone's field of vision, which made them even more certain that this was none other than a god.
Afterwards, the locals carved an ice sculpture out of snow, and that cute appearance was the little one.
As soon as she returned to the villa, the little one arrived empty-handed. Facing Beibei and Little Irene, the child felt extremely awkward—how was she supposed to explain this?
"Aha, I... I forgot."
"Did you finish eating before coming back?" Beibei stared intently at the little one, wanting to find a clue on the latter.
"No!"
The little one shook her head vigorously; she had simply forgotten to buy it in the first place.
Little Irene was almost ready to cry. After waiting for over an hour, it turned out to be a false alarm in vain. With teary eyes and looking very aggrieved, she rubbed her own belly.
The little one drooped her head, her eyes rolling stealthily, and then said to Beibei and Little Irene, "I'm going to look for Mommy."
The child intended to go downstairs and trap An Qing, or else she would trap Ling Yun!
"Mommy...