Goddalir was already exhausted from the long trek up the snow mountain. After a magic duel and a roller coaster of emotions, she finally gave in to her fatigue and fell soundly asleep in Wang Xi's arms.
A moment later.
Wang Xi used Magic, a faint blue, cold light glowing at his fingertips. As he moved, ice crystals formed on the snow, and in the blink of an eye, a small, dome-shaped igloo materialized out of thin air.
He carried the girl in his arms, gently placed her inside the igloo, then turned to retrieve the black Cloak and draped it over her.
Pinocchio was rolling around in the snow, having the time of his life all by himself. It seemed as if "worry" was something he had never experienced.
In his own words, "You can't wait until life isn't hard anymore to decide to be happy." This was something his father, Gepetto, had taught him.
Pinocchio had never forgotten.
Wang Xi sat down alone on an ice chair and inspected the two orbs of light in his mind—
