Su Mo gently stroked the little girl's long hair as she lay in his arms, smoothing it to one side, and said softly:
"If you've forgotten... then let it be..."
"As long as your young master remembers..."
The little girl gently rubbed her cheek against Su Mo's chest. Its warmth made her feel especially safe.
"Then... will you tell me about it, Young Master?" the little girl asked softly.
"Of course!"
Su Mo gently stroked Girl's head. That frailty seeped into his heart, making it impossible for him to remain calm.
"It was winter then, too, a sea of white, just like today..."
A look of longing appeared in the little girl's eyes as she gazed at the snowy scene outside the window. "It must have been beautiful..."
"Back then, I'd just arrived in this world, lost and at a loss..." Su Mo sank into his memories.
"Young Master, why had you just arrived in this world?" the little girl asked.
"Because..." Su Mo stroked the little girl's cheek. "...your young master isn't from this world!"
He had never told anyone this before.
Understanding dawned in the little girl's eyes. "Then you must be an Immortal from heaven!"
"No..." Su Mo lightly scraped her delicate, upturned little nose. "You're the Immortal from heaven, Girl!"
"What happened next?" the little girl pressed.
"Then... I saw an incredibly adorable little girl on a street corner. I told myself I simply had to coax that little girl into coming away with me..." Su Mo continued.
"I was so lucky!" the little girl said.
"But that little girl seemed very hungry. So I bought two steamed buns. Unfortunately, she only ate one..."
A light shone in the little girl's eyes, but she simply could not remember. Guided only by a feeling, she slowly said,