Early the next morning, Mo Xie and Qin Yuer ate freshly cooked lean pork congee.
"Yu'er, I'm heading out for a while. I might be gone for a few days, so take care of yourself while you're alone."
Mo Xie drank the last mouthful of congee in his bowl, hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly.
At his words, Qin Yuer's hands paused slightly around her bowl before she nodded.
She lowered her eyes to the exquisite Crystal High Heels on her feet and gently pressed her lips together. When she spoke, her voice was no longer cold, but soft.
"With you gone these next few days, nothing I make will taste good, so try to come back soon... I'll be waiting."
She was an understanding girl. She would not keep asking what he was going out to do; she would simply wait quietly at home.
Mo Xie froze for a moment. Looking at Qin Yuer's lovely face, he nodded solemnly.
"Okay. Don't worry. Wait for me at home, and I'll make you something delicious when I get back."
At some point, the two of them had begun treating the caves as their home. They had made a home for themselves on lonely Tianshan—perhaps it was a way of comforting themselves.
After breakfast, Mo Xie returned to his cave to pack a few things. There did not seem to be much to pack, though—just some food and water at most.
Outside the cave, an enormous white tiger lay in the snow with his eyes closed, letting Little White Tiger run back and forth over him.
His huge, powerful body and patterned head were snowy white, with the hue of white amber—a mark of his pure bloodline.
His pure white fur exuded an indescribable majesty and nobility, while his immensely strong