"Thank you," Ran Yan suddenly said.
Xiao Song was stunned for a moment before he realized, "You're referring to the matter concerning Ran Shilang?"
Ran Yan nodded. Because of this matter, she truly felt grateful to him from the bottom of her heart.
"It was just a small effort," Xiao Song said warmly, clenching the sulfur stone in his hand, "don't be reckless, Ah Yan, I know very well how much weight my shoulders can bear, at least... I can ensure you won't have to experience such nightmares again."
Ran Yan was taken aback, turned away to gaze at the snowfield growing ever whiter, feeling a slight sting in the corners of her eyes.
In the boundless sky, the curtain of white snow grew thicker and thicker. She wasn't sure if it was because of the snow's reflection or her eyes gradually adapting to the dark, but she felt that the night seemed much brighter than before.
