How can a father be willing to leave his children?

Especially his two daughters who have been spoiled since childhood.

The twin daughters' eyebrows are really like their mothers.

However, thinking about Daier's life and death are unknown.

I thought that she might be alive in another world or she might always sleep on the cold seabed.

Zhao Yuanjing couldn't stay for a moment.

He stared at the three children for a long time, finally sighed, turned around and turned over to the horse, clamped his legs and ran away with his horse's belly.

"Father--"

"Father, don't leave--"

Qian'er and the toddler cried and chased after him.

Only the waiter stood there without moving, with a calm expression.

But there was also a faint light of tears in my eyes.

No matter how Qian'er and the young child cried and chased, in the end, Zhao Yuanjing and Han Yu's horses disappeared into the snow.

Never see it again.

Qian'er knelt down in the snow, crying bitterly.

The child had to stop and knelt with her, while the sisters hugged each other and cried.

"The father is so cruel." Qian'er whimpered.

"Sister, don't you want your father to accompany your mother? The mother is also pitiful." Although the child said comforting words, tears kept flowing.

The waiter came over and said calmly: "Sisters, it's time for us to set off. If we delay any further, we won't be able to get to the accommodation before dark. You both have to sleep in the snow."

Qian'er looked up at him, her eyes vaguely: "Waiter, I feel uncomfortable and feel so blocked."

The waiter pressed his palm on the heads of the two sisters and sighed: "It's not children anymore. My parents' decision, let them go. At least we all know that they are living well, isn't that enough? Just think that they are happy and happy in places we can't see as they have been in the past three years."

Qian'er and the young child looked at each other, and the sadness was magically healed by the waiter's words.

They looked in the direction where the iceberg was, silent.

In the silent world, only snow falls quietly.

No changes are made by any external objects.

It's like this eternal world.

...

Zhao Yuanjing and Han Yu galloped all the way, changed into a horse in the middle, and arrived at Blue Bird City before dark.

Bluebird City is still dilapidated in the snow.

Han Yu, wearing a black cloak, showed only one face, stood on a stone, looked around, and felt very moved: "When I came here, there was a prosperous and lively scene. Times have changed, and this place has become so dilapidated."

Zhao Yuanjing said calmly: "Did you expect that you would fall in love with the little saint of the Wu tribe?"

Han Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "At that time, I was just a little monk who didn't understand love. I vowed to do asceticism with barefoots in the world and to resolve the suffering people in the world."

Looking back now, what a childish and ridiculous idea.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said that hell is not empty and I cannot become a Buddha.

Does he still want to be on par with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

He couldn't even save Ji Tangtang.

"What you told me a few days ago," Han Yu followed Zhao Yuanjing's pace and crawled up to the snow, "Is that true?"

"If you don't believe it, you won't follow you."

"Actually, when I first met the Queen Mother, I knew she was different."

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him.
Chapter completed!