In the cold wind, mother and daughter whispered their hopes for the future as they huddled together for warmth.
This scene deeply imprinted itself in Wan Chu'er's heart. In the days to come, no matter how hard, every time she remembered it, her cold heart would soften.
By the time they reached Wutong, Wan Chu'er and Bai Zhixi were nearly frozen stiff.
After the vehicle stopped, Wan Chu'er didn't move but instead started to knead Bai Zhixi's legs, as they had gone numb.
"Don't worry about me, it will be alright soon," Bai Zhixi tried to stop her daughter.
Wan Chu'er stubbornly said, "Don't move."
Her hands gently massaged the acupoints on Bai Zhixi's legs. Jiang Kechu had massaged her a few times in her past life. He never hurt her while massaging and had explained earnestly that massaging the acupoints could relieve numbness without causing pain.
