A crisp voice ca from in front of .
It was a little girl with long golden hair, looking less than ten years old, her face as delicate as a porcelain doll with no visible flaws.
Though still very young, one could already imagine her unmatched beauty in the future.
Her eyes were a pure sky blue, reminiscent of the ancient, unchanging millennium glaciers on the Three Sages Snow Mountain.
At this mont, the little golden-haired girl puffed her cheeks in slight dissatisfaction, seemingly unhappy as she turned her head away, but in truth, she was still stealing glances at Shiayar with the corner of her eye.
"I’m sorry."
"I was too tired the past few days and accidentally fell asleep."
Shiayar waved a hand, picked up the kettle over the campfire, and poured a cup of hot tea for himself and the little girl in front of him, "How long did I sleep just now?"
The other party tilted her little face up and thought for a mont, "Not very long, maybe about half an hour or so."
As she spoke, she picked up the teacup on the table, and a little regretfully said, "Well, maybe you should rest a bit more, I can pass the ti by myself, no problem..."
"No need, I’ve slept long enough."
Shiayar shook his head, picking up the teacup as well.
In the sowhat old but rather clean teacup, his current appearance was reflected.
A little boy about eight or nine years old, with black hair and black eyes, the lines on his face bearing a youthful innocence that matched his voice.
Shiayar took a sip of tea, gazing at the little golden-haired girl who was looking at him with a hint of worry, feeling the scalding tea pass down his throat, making his whole body warm.
"Long ti no see—"
"Ennie."
"Ennie..."
The little golden-haired girl repeated this na.
Then, she puffed her cheeks in slight dissatisfaction, "Clearly, you’re not that much older, then I can call you little Shiayar too?"
"Of course you can."
Shiayar smiled and said, "If you want, you can call that every day for the rest of your life, no problem."
"For the rest of my life..."
Elora blinked her sky-blue beautiful eyes, as if suddenly rembering sothing, she abruptly averted her gaze, not daring to et Shiayar’s eyes.
After a mont, she finally said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz, "If you like, then Ennie it is."
Then, as if to change the topic, she softly spoke, "And what’s this about long ti no see..."
"We clearly just t a few days ago, and even went to the ice field together to see the migrating moose."
"In reality, it’s only been a few days apart, but in the mind, it can feel like a long yearning, like a separation of a thousand years..."
Shiayar smiled.
He put down the hot tea in his hand, gazing at the hunter’s cabin deep within the silver fir forest.
And outside the window, the pure white ice field faintly visible beyond the silver fir forest, and at the end of the ice field, the vast snow mountain that bears the ancient glaciers.
"After a prolonged struggle and exhaustion, the spiritual power is nearing depletion, plunging into a slumber..."
"Seeing so sceneries from mories, so people and events that evoke nostalgia, that’s not entirely unexpected."
Shiayar’s eyes were sowhat distant.
"It’s just..."
"I didn’t expect that the place I most yearned for and cherished would be here in the end."
"It’s not here? Then where else could it be?"
Elora asked curiously.
"I thought it would be a bustling city, streets filled with cars, towering buildings made of steel and concrete, obscuring the sky."
Shiayar reached out, touching the little girl’s pale golden long hair in front of him.
As soft and delicate as ever, this hair texture is indeed innate.
Getting good at head-patting should indeed start from a young age.
"Steel, concrete, city..."
Elora didn’t mind Shiayar’s action, she was imrsed in the picture Shiayar was portraying, still trying hard to imagine.
Although she was the only daughter of the Count of Austere Winter and had received a good education from a young age, living in the small, inconspicuous city of Northern Territory Ceylon, the splendor and hustle of a big city seed all but unreachable.
She could only imagine that dazzling world through the words in books.
After a while, she finally nodded with so effort, "That must be an amazing, wonderful place."
"But—"
Elora slightly shook her pale golden long hair, "I still prefer Ceylon, and this snow plain more."
"Who doesn’t?"
Shiayar smiled, "I thought my Mind Landscape would be that city made of steel and concrete, after all, strictly speaking, that’s my real hotown."
"Yet, it turns out, it’s here."
He reached out, helping the little girl wipe off a speck of dust accidentally on her long hair, "It’s because—"
"This world has truly beco the place I most yearn for... the destination of my heart, hasn’t it?"
"However, it’s actually not that surprising..."
Shiayar closed his eyes.
In this world, he had experienced so much, t various people.
And left behind so many indelible mories.
To this day, this world has beco an inseparable part of him.
It is also his ho.
Unknowingly, the human nad Shiayar Egutt has surpassed the identity of a transmigrator.
He has truly beco a mber of this world, living in the mansion on Osmanthus Street No. 32, Black Lily District in Empire Capital.
"Shiayar..."
"Shiayar..."
A cold touch transferred from Shiayar’s forehead.
He ca back to his senses to see the little golden-haired girl resting the back of her hand on his forehead, the delicate face like a porcelain doll filled with undisguisable worry.
"Shiayar, what’s wrong with you today, why do you often stare out the window in a daze... just like my father."
Elora tested with the back of her hand, "You don’t seem to have a fever either."
"I’m fine."
Shiayar held the soft little hand of the girl in front of him.
"But—"
His words montarily paused.
"I might have to go on a long journey, Ennie."
Upon hearing Shiayar’s words, the little golden-haired girl stared straight into Shiayar’s eyes.
After a long while, those sky-blue beautiful eyes revealed a hint of relief.
"It seems you’ve made your decision, Shiayar."
"Mm."
Shiayar nodded, "The gentle place within mories is indeed beautiful, but, after all, that’s just a mory."
"The perfect ending that belongs to us still has to be carved out with our own hands."
"Besides—"
He stood up, stretching lazily, "I’ve rested long enough now."
The mont Shiayar stood up.
Whether the flickering fireplace in front, the simple hunter’s cabin, or the distant silver fir forest and ice field, all the scenes began to dissipate, turning into bright white light.
Only the girl with sky-blue eyes remained by his side.
Then, she carefully took his hand.
"Let’s go."
"The road we still have to walk together is long, very long..."
The little girl’s voice faded bit by bit.
But at the sa ti, a pleasant voice ca from far away, gradually becoming clear and distinct from vague and hazy.
A similar tone.
It was the call of a young girl.
She was calling for the return of her beloved.
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PS: Sorry for the late update again, it’s just that the end of the sester is quite busy, I’ll be freer by the end of the month for the final exam period.
I originally planned to play a silly gag with the na "Northward", but then I decided not to, lol
By the way, here’s a recomndation for a friend’s book.
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