Inside a cave on Tianshan.
Unlike the freezing weather outside, the cave was exceptionally comfortable. A campfire burned, its sparks crackling softly now and then. White Rice Porridge bubbled in a pot, filling the air with its aroma.
Qin Yuer sat on a small stool, her long, beautiful legs slightly bent. She wrapped her arms around her shapely calves and rested her chin on her fair knees, staring blankly at the campfire before her.
After sitting in a daze for a while, she unconsciously glanced at the Crystal High Heels on her feet. The image of Mo Xie putting them on for her immediately surfaced in her mind, his expression focused, earnest, and handsome.
The White Rice Porridge in the pot was already cooked, but she had no heart to tend to it. Her thoughts drifted away once more.
A full week had passed since Mo Xie left home.
Throughout that week, Qin Yuer had struggled to adjust, an uneasy restlessness spreading through her heart.
There was no one to keep her company, no one to talk to her, no one to cook for her. Everything had simply returned to the way it used to be, so why did she feel so much like crying?
Right, what did crying feel like again? It had been so long since I last cried that I'd almost forgotten.
Mo Xie, where are you now? Why haven't you come back yet? Have you already abandoned me?
I've realized... I really can't live without you anymore...
Qin Yuer's beautiful eyes dimmed. She curled up even tighter and buried her face deep between her knees, as though she would never lift it again.
Suddenly, the temperature dropped. A cold gust came from nowhere and snuffed out the flickering flames. The White Rice Porridge in the pot