Just then, a fair, clean face suddenly appeared before San Zang.
San Zang could not help but stagger back several steps.
"Brother Xiao Tian, why are you standing so far away from Nuannuan? Nuannuan is so cold, so cold."
A little girl about five or six feet tall stood timidly before him, looking at him.
Looking at that face he had thought of day and night, a face that had nearly become a heart demon, San Zang lost his composure. His face began to twitch violently, and even his hands started trembling restlessly.
The little girl wore a green dress and a wooden hairpin in her hair. She blinked up at him, stirring an irresistible tenderness in one's heart.
At this moment, two other boys about the same age as the little girl also came before San Zang and simply looked at him.
By now, San Zang's entire body was trembling.
"Xiao Tian, I'm so cold, so cold."
"Brother Xiao Tian, Nuannuan is so cold. Can you hug Nuannuan?"
The three spoke one after another. At this moment, even San Zang's Dao Heart was shaking. Staring at the three little figures before him, San Zang nearly ground his teeth as he said, "How do you know about them? Get out. Don't turn into them. Get out!"
San Zang shouted through gritted teeth, yet the three little figures remained unmoved, merely gazing at him timidly.
Looking at those pitiful, heart-wrenching eyes, San Zang felt as though needles were piercing his heart, and he recalled a memory.
A memory he had sealed away deep within his heart for a very, very long time.
"Brother Xiao Tian, does Nuannuan look pretty?"
In an ordinary little mountain village, a little boy looked at the little girl before him, dressed in green. The girl smiled,