During the snowy winter, Aning fell from the sky and was picked up by the Tai'a Sword Sect.
When he was four years old, Aning blinked, put his hand on Ji Shuangcheng's neck, blinked and said, "Master, I'm cold~"
Fifteen years later, Aning's long black hair was spread over his shoulders, and he lay on Ji Shuangcheng's shoulder, breathing like a blue: "Master, I'm cold~"
Ji Shuangcheng pulled the cloak and wrapped her from head to toe. Gujing Wubo said, "Then wear more clothes."
Concept: A turbulent fantasy fairy dream