Long Chuyue sat by the window and turned to look at Yun Tingting, who was fast asleep. She silently murmured a few words of reassurance. “Tingting, from now on, Grandma will protect you. Mommy is too tired!”
Then, with a thud, Long Chuyue resolutely closed her eyes and let go, falling straight down into the snow. Gradually, a desolate, beautiful flower came into view.
