What humans did best was beautify their own memories.
Chen Xin did not believe at all that the scenes the seven of them had seen were things that had actually happened.
They might have held some significance, but they were certainly beautified, distorted representations.
Looking back at the scenes in their memories from that perspective, perhaps everything would be different.
In those memories, he was [Xiao Liu], the hot-tempered Xiao Liu.
The seven children had been adopted by a couple, one a compulsive gambler and the other a violent brute.
On a snowy day just like this one, the seven of them had been driven out of the house and sent into the streets to "work."
"Work" meant nothing more than using any means possible to bring back food, clothing, and other necessities. The couple did not care how they did it.
Among them, [Xiao Qi] liked to stay clean, so Xiao Qi was often responsible for talking to passersby face-to-face while the others secretly worked their tricks behind them, with the ultimate goal of getting "food" or "money."
But that day, they had come back empty-handed. Then one of the little girls suddenly collapsed.
Hearing that, Chen Xin looked in his direction.
As he approached the figure ahead step by step, just as his next step was about to take him into Snow Fog—right at that moment!
A hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder!
Without a doubt, both trails of footprints had been left by Wu Tiansheng.
Chen Xin swallowed and immediately walked back.
Why had they come to this [Snow Mountain] again?
This was the biggest point of suspicion.
Chen Xin first breathed a sigh of relief. Having found a cabin, at least they no longer had to worry about the blizzard, and they had somewhere to