All the souls that once struggled on the line between life and death suddenly disappeared into silence as the smoke from the cooking stove disappeared.

He looked around. There were no troops and no signs of an ambush. It was possible that Xu Anna had just killed all the townspeople on her way here - people in this world had such a indifferent attitude towards life.

The snow was mixed with blood and a few brooms lay quietly on the ground.

He stood there, with snowflakes hitting his face like hail.

Suddenly, he heard a burst of intermittent crying. It was a man, and his voice was almost hoarse.

He took a step forward and saw a wooden cart piled with straw and burning stones. Beside the cart, knelt a mad man with hair like weeds and a hunched back.

"Qingqing... Daddy is sorry for you——"

Su Mingan took a few steps closer.

"...I promised to give you the best life...and your useless dad...still couldn't protect you until you left--" the man wailed with his head down, his frozen red hands grabbing the snow randomly as if he was committing self-harm, and blood flowed all over the snow.

"People like us deserve not to live... deserve not to live... We couldn't protect your grandma, your grandpa, we couldn't protect your mom... In the end, we even lost you..."

The man knelt dejectedly on the spot, wearing thin clothes. His whole body was red from the cold and his hands were soaked with his own blood.

"Dad is sorry... I'm sorry... It's all my own fault... Dad shouldn't have picked up that man. He is a nobleman, why did he let people like us who can't even survive suffer..."

Su Mingan slowly approached, but the man had a dazed look in his eyes, as if he didn't see him. His hands were scratching around meaninglessly, his bearded face was covered with tear marks, and he kept repeating his daughter's name: "I'm sorry... Qingqing... Daddy is sorry..."

Su Mingan lowered his gaze.

He saw a familiar little face that had lost its color under the snow that was protected by the man.

Once upon a time, her smile was as innocent as a daisy, and her little face, red from the cold, was filled with the youthful vigor of a young girl.