It snowed that night, not much. Mo Xuan remembered it clearly.
Until a long time later, he did not regret it and took Tianci out to watch the snow.
The pursuers behind him were following him like a shadow. They didn't want to go back. They wanted their own lives, rather than living their whole lives behind the cold front door of the Mo family. Tianci had a fever in his arms, her forehead was hot, she was mumbling something, and she was delirious. Mo Xuan caressed his face and reassured him that nothing would happen.
There is a city ahead, and the pursuers dare not pursue it.
After a long journey, he smiled happily and said, "Okay, Dad, we are here."
The man in his arms seemed to nod his head and continued to sleep deeply.