The winter has arrived again, which means yet another year has passed.
On the shores of Lake Baikal, shrouded in silver, beautiful as a fairyland, Bi Qing sits in front of a large tent, dressed like a bear with a fuzzy hat on her head, looking very cute. In her left hand, she holds a candied fruit stick made by her mentor, and her right hand cups a sweet, delicious milk tea.
With one bite, a warmth that penetrates deep into the soul rises from her stomach.
"Don't stare, you'll go blind."
Gu Tao comes out and taps her on the head, Bi Qing looks up at Gu Tao: "Why would master go blind."
"Snow blindness." Gu Tao sits on a nearby stump, taking a deep breath of the cold air: "The eyes can't take it."
"Oh… I understand." Bi Qing sighs: "Master."
"Speak."
She raises her head nervously, glancing at Gu Tao, then hesitates several times.
"Speak your mind."
"Master... after we go back, you're going to leave, aren't you?"
"Yes." Gu Tao nods: "It's time to leave."
