Six-year-old Xie Qingci huddled behind a snowdrift, with fine ice particles on her eyelashes.
"Where did the little brat hide?" The rough voice sounded like it had been ground on stone, "Find him, skin him, and feed him to the young master!"
"Over there!" Someone shouted.
Xie Qingci closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the severe pain of the bone blade falling.
But the expected pain did not come. Instead, a scream of "ouch" was heard, followed by the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
He secretly opened an eye slit——
There is a little girl in red standing in the snow.
He looked about four or five years old, with his hair in two crooked buns, and there were still snow particles on the ends of his hair. She was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket that was two sizes too big for her body, and she was holding a bunch of sugar-coated sugar haws in her hand, which were as red as a small flame.
"Are you okay?" She asked. The white breath she exhaled as she spoke brushed Xie Qingci's face, carrying the sweet scent of candied haws.
"Don't run out alone in the future." Ye Li's red clothes disappeared into the snow and mist, and his voice was like ice on the corner of the eaves, "My name is Ye Li, remember."
Xie Qingci clutched half of the jade pendant and looked at her back, hearing the master's shout coming.
