At the end of the year, snow was falling.
The snow was very cold.
But colder than the snow was the solitude and loneliness of the human heart.
If there was joy and laughter, the snowy land would be a great place for building snowmen, having snowball fights, and setting off firecrackers, but...those who trekked across this landscape were often alone.
Fang Jianlong was also very lonely; he had left Huakai Town on Yanyun Dao months ago, and wandered this land, witnessing much chaos, much death.
Suffering resonated with him.
And within these months, he had once used his bloodstained hands to save a little girl from a wasteland.
Afterward, he thought his life had changed because a child had added warmth to his loneliness.
Children grow up, and his world would change with it.
However, he quickly discovered that the little girl had already been terminally ill before he rescued her.
How did the illness come?
