Chapter 72 (Arc End)

When the scent of blood spread through the air, the crowd began to scatter in all directions. Huo Siwei reached out and carried An’an into his arms.

As a martial artist, he could easily hold An’an with one hand, while the other hand covered the boy’s eyes, afraid he might be frightened if he accidentally saw the beheading scene.

Children are easily scared. His elder brother’s son once fell seriously ill after seeing a corpse.

An’an had only recently started to recover his health, so they had to be even more careful than usual.

Huo Siwei used to be a rough and careless man, but ever since that clingy little bundle came into his life, he had unknowingly become far more attentive.

Liu Nüluo hadn’t glanced in that direction at all. To her, Tang Yun was just a mistake of her ignorant youth.

Not worth looking back at. Not worthy at all.

The execution ground in late autumn had become grim and eerie after so many criminals were beheaded there. After the third quarter past noon, even the sun no longer reached the site.

Liu Nüluo and Huo Siwei walked side by side, heading toward the sunlight. The light fell across one side of their shoulders.

The incense on Huo Siwei smelled completely different from Liu Nüluo’s. An’an could tell them apart with just a sniff, and Huo’s scent carried a sense of reassurance.

“No need to look, An’an. It’s all in the past now.”

Huo Siwei gently patted An’an’s back to comfort him as he carried him into the carriage.

He knew there were things he hadn’t been told—things they’d deliberately kept from him—but he didn’t feel the need to pry.

Everyone has their own secrets. If Liu Nüluo chose not to tell him, it meant she didn’t need his help. And that was reason enough not to ask.

“Okay.”

Freed completely from his past, An’an became much more mischievous than before. If Huo Siwei woke him up too early, he could even sleep with a spear in his arms.

Huo Siwei wanted to keep up his “strict master” demeanor, but now An’an treated him like a real father.

The moment Huo Siwei scowled, An’an would bury his head like a little turtle shrinking into its shell.

If that didn’t work, he would resort to shameless whining and wheedling.

Their plan to parent him with “strict father, gentle mother” discipline hadn’t even gotten off the ground before being completely defeated by An’an’s antics.

At first, Huo Siwei was a bit exasperated, but over time he came to accept it. As long as An’an’s overall education stayed on track, the rest could follow naturally.

Even Huo Siwei and Duke Liu couldn’t do much about An’an’s behavior—no one else stood a chance.

Liu Nüluo had once tried to discipline him, but after being coaxed and babbled at by An’an, she gave up. Even Liu Sisi came to plead on his behalf.

He even promised right in front of their mother that even if his little brother was a bit lazy, it was fine—once he inherited the Duke’s estate, he would take good care of him.

An’an’s relentless campaign of latching onto family members finally bore fruit.

Liu Nüluo looked at her son, who stood to the side with his hands behind his back, pretending to accept punishment while pride gleamed in his eyes. She could only shake her head helplessly.

“Forget it.”

Growing up spoiled by his entire family, An’an didn’t excel in either academics or martial arts, but thankfully didn’t turn out badly—just a little too playful.

Whenever Huo Siwei returned from a trip, An’an would greet him enthusiastically, asking if he’d brought back anything fun. If the answer was no, his face would drop instantly.

Liu Sisi was the same. But unlike others, he never forgot to bring An’an something fun when he went out.

In An’an’s third year, Liu Sisi passed the imperial exams and planned to leave for scholarly travel that same year, accompanied by Young Master Wang.

Due to his family’s financial constraints, such travel was hard for Young Master Wang. After his mother’s illness was cured, he never forgot the silver An’an had lent him.

By copying texts, he had managed to repay about half of it.

In daily life, Liu Sisi often looked after him. When Young Master Wang once asked why, Liu Sisi answered without hesitation.

He said the only reason he had achieved anything was all because of his younger brother.

Young Master Wang had met the child several times. Unlike what you’d expect from a child of the Duke’s estate, An’an seemed far too innocent.

Such a small child carried so much silver with him and had no defenses at all toward strangers.

If not for the protection of the Duke’s estate, who knows how many times he would’ve been swindled.

“My brother said your mother looked kind. If not for her eye disease, he would’ve asked her to come take care of him.”

After understanding why Liu Sisi treated him so well, Young Master Wang no longer felt nervous around him. Instead, a strange emotion welled up in his heart.

He silently promised himself that once he passed the imperial exams, he would repay this favor.

When Liu Sisi set out for his journey, he gave the excuse of needing help on the road and brought Young Master Wang along. The latter understood it was an intentional gesture of care.

Having received so much kindness, refusing now would seem pretentious. So he simply and sincerely expressed his thanks.

An’an found out about his brother’s travel plans through their mother.

Halfway through a pastry, he suddenly lost his appetite. His eyes welled up with tears, and he scooted next to his mother and asked cautiously:

“Then… can An’an go with brother too?”

Liu Nüluo stopped calculating accounts when she heard that and gently shook her head.

“You’re still too young. Of course not.”

Though it was called scholarly travel, there were still dangers along the way. Even if Liu Sisi was willing to bring An’an, Liu Nüluo wouldn’t feel at ease.

“When you’re older, you can go with him.”

An’an looked troubled when he heard that, resting his chin in his hands and staring at the flowers blooming outside the window.

When would he finally be old enough?

Before setting out, Liu Sisi came specifically to say goodbye to An’an and promised he would never forget him, no matter where he went.

Once he arrived, he’d be sure to send back something fun for An’an.

Even with his brother’s promise, An’an still couldn’t bear to part. He clung to his brother’s arm, eyes brimming with tears.

Seeing him like that, Liu Sisi almost took him along.

Just before leaving, An’an stuffed all the silver he’d saved over the years into Liu Sisi’s luggage.

After his brother left, An’an cried his heart out.

No one knew whether he was crying more for his brother—or for the years of savings he just gave away.

When Liu Nüluo stood by, utterly confused about how to comfort him, Duke Liu saw what was really going on. He took out some silver to help replenish An’an’s “treasure chest.”

Basically, whatever An’an gave to his brother, Duke Liu matched generously.

Afterward, An’an cried even harder and buried his head in his mother’s arms, bawling.

When he finally cried enough, he wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

If he’d known Grandpa would give him that much silver back, he wouldn’t have saved any for future candied hawthorn at all.

Liu Sisi studied abroad for two years, sending a letter home every month.

Every letter he sent not only mentioned the things he had seen in the new places he visited but also inquired about An’an’s well-being.

At first, An’an was reluctant to learn how to read and write. No matter how many calligraphy books the Duke of Liu found for him, he didn’t practice a single character.

However, after Liu Sisi went abroad for study, An’an’s interest in practicing calligraphy seemed to increase overnight. Every day, he would follow the Duke of Liu, calling out “Grandpa” in a babyish voice.

In the end, it was all because he wanted to write a letter to his brother.

Two years later, when Liu Sisi returned, An’an, who had once stumbled while walking behind him, had grown much taller.

Wearing a dark robe, his fair skin was complemented, though his chubby little face hadn’t changed much.

It was clear that, even though Liu Sisi had been away, An’an had been living quite well at home.

Liu Sisi, on the other hand, had changed quite a lot compared to before. Sending him abroad for study was not solely because of the study trip itself.

The Duke of Liu had always been a strong supporter of the younger generation going out, especially during their teenage years.

At that age, youth and arrogance often led to a lack of awareness of the world, making it the perfect time to temper one’s character by traveling outside.

Before Liu Sisi left, he seemed to feel that with the Duke of Liu’s support and his own talents, many things didn’t even deserve his attention.

But now, after returning from his studies, his temperament had become much more composed and restrained. Standing there, he seemed to have instantly matured.

Liu Sisi’s mother looked at her son in this new light, feeling a mix of heartache and satisfaction. An’an, standing there waiting for his brother, stared for a long time and still felt that this person in front of him, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, was hard to recognize.

When Liu Sisi noticed the caution in An’an’s eyes, the hand he had extended froze, and he stood there stunned.

He hadn’t expected that, after two years, his brother, who used to be inseparable from him, would now feel distant.

An’an nervously gripped his mother’s hand. The brother he had longed for suddenly appeared in front of him, and he felt a little nervous and awkward.

Liu Nüluo could roughly guess what the little one was thinking. She ruffled his hair and said:

“It’s your brother.”

“Huh?”

“Really.”

Liu Nüluo repeated it again, but An’an still seemed unwilling to believe it.

However, after hearing his aunt’s words, Liu Sisi understood the reason his brother didn’t immediately rush to him like before.

He proactively stood in front of An’an, squatted down to his level, and held his small hand, saying:

“What? After just two years, you don’t recognize your brother anymore?”

At this age, two years was a long time for a child who had not seen their sibling. If he didn’t recognize him, Liu Sisi would understand, though it would still leave a sense of disappointment.

“Brother!”

Only then did An’an seem to snap out of it. He jumped into Liu Sisi’s arms with a little force.

Liu Sisi caught him, lowered his head, and rubbed his nose against An’an’s. An’an wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck and rubbed his head against Liu Sisi in return.

“Let’s go back now.”

Liu Sisi’s mother adjusted her emotions and realized it wasn’t appropriate for them to stand at the gate for too long, so she took the initiative to speak up.

An’an was reluctant to leave his brother’s arms, and Liu Sisi continued holding him. At that moment, Young master Wang, who had been waiting to the side, bowed toward An’an.

“My mother is still waiting at home, so I’ll take my leave now.”

Young master Wang could have left earlier, but he wanted to come and take a look. Since he had nothing to his name, even expressing gratitude felt like he was imposing on the Duke of Liu’s family. So he could only endure and take his time.

An’an, still in his brother’s arms, was confused by this gesture until he made eye contact with Liu Sisi and nodded slightly, as if understanding.

Ah, he was thanking his brother!

Liu Sisi, seeing An’an’s innocent and puzzled look, held back a smile.

Over the past two years, whenever he stayed in a place for a while, he would write a letter and send it back. Besides An’an’s childish handwriting, most of the letters contained silver.

It wasn’t just for him, occasionally Young master Wang would receive some as well.

For An’an, it was nothing, but for the poverty-stricken Young master Wang, it was a significant favor.

The reason he performed this bow was that the person he truly wanted to thank was the very An’an being held in his brother’s arms.

Liu Sisi took just two days to fully reconnect with An’an, and soon An’an had become the same clingy little brother as before, calling out “Brother” all day and following him everywhere.

Even his previously beloved grandfather was now cast aside, much to the Duke Liu’s chagrin.

It was autumn now, and the chrysanthemums in the yard were nearly in full bloom. The Duke Liu’s residence remained as low-key as ever, with no expensive flowers in the garden.

However, flowers didn’t need to be expensive as long as they were in season, and they were still just as beautiful.

Liu Sisi planned to take part in the exam next year, and An’an, now five, had received an imperial decree to join the Ninth Prince in the study hall next year.

An’an didn’t really understand what being an accompanying student required, as he hadn’t learned many of the rules, thanks to the Duke Liu’s indulgence.

After his brother returned, An’an was even more attached to him. Even though he couldn’t read most of the books his brother was studying, he still insisted on sitting on his brother’s lap.

The next year quickly arrived. Liu Sisi passed the imperial examination with top honors, becoming the youngest champion in the dynasty. Coupled with his background from the Duke Liu’s family, his future looked incredibly promising.

Young master Wang’s academic achievements weren’t bad either, though his accumulation of knowledge lagged a bit behind. Moreover, his understanding of current events wasn’t as profound as Liu Sisi’s. He ended up taking second place.

For someone of Young master Wang’s background, just passing the imperial examination was already a huge blessing.

As soon as the results were released, before he even returned home, someone was already beating drums and announcing the good news to his mother.

When the procession passed through the streets, An’an, of course, wanted to join the celebration. He leaned against the window of the teahouse, excitedly waving at his brother.

Hearing that familiar, childish voice, Liu Sisi turned his head to look, and An’an waved even more energetically.

There were many people around, and when they saw the champion’s movement, they followed his gaze.

When An’an realized that everyone was looking at him, he proudly raised his chin, as if he were the one who had achieved top honors.

Young master Wang tightened his grip on the reins, the corner of his mouth curling slightly. He had always been low-key, and even though he had earned second place, he remained the same.

Some people even speculated that Young master Wang didn’t smile because his result was unsatisfactory.

In truth, he was happy deep down. Finally, he could repay the Duke Liu for their kindness, and he didn’t want to disappoint An’an, who always eagerly reached into his pockets every time they met.

…

As An’an grew day by day, most people felt he wasn’t as outstanding as the other children of the Liu family.

But considering his background and the current favor the Duke Liu enjoyed from the emperor, there was no need for him to be exceptional to add more glory to the family.

When An’an turned fifteen, according to the Liu family’s usual rules, he needed to go abroad for two years of study.

The Duke Liu has always been opposed to keeping his children confined within the walls of the house. Only by seeing how the common people live can one truly understand how to empathize with them in official matters.

Moreover, one cannot stay inside the Duke’s mansion for their entire life. The darker sides of the outside world must also be seen, so one is not easily deceived by others.

The rules were set, and the words were spoken, but unlike other children who went out to study, An’an was a bit different.

For example, Huo Siwei selected the strongest and most virtuous attendants from those who had followed him for many years to accompany and protect An’an’s safety.

These attendants were all retired soldiers who had seen bloodshed on the battlefield. With them protecting this pampered little lazybones, the Duke felt at ease.

The Duke Liu insisted on stuffing An’an with silver, fearing that he would not be able to adapt to life outside after being accustomed to the comfort at home.

Thus, under the concern of his entire family, An’an set off on his journey to study abroad.

On the first day, he sat in the carriage, feeling nauseous and vomiting terribly. He stopped at a random inn and unexpectedly ran into a quarrel, causing quite a bit of damage to the furniture. He couldn’t sleep well that night.

After switching to water transport, he became seasick and threw up again.

An’an, who had never left home, was forced to experience so many challenges. Every night, he would write letters with tears in his eyes.

He wrote one letter to his grandfather, saying that he had to change boats again today and still felt very uncomfortable, missing his grandfather.

One letter to his grandmother, saying that he couldn’t get used to the bed outside and could still hear the sound of rats at night, missing his grandmother.

One letter to his father, saying that the attendants he brought along were too fierce, and several times when he wanted to help others, they stopped him, claiming they were all scammers. He knew they were scammers, but he just wanted to have some fun.

One letter to his mother, saying that he tried some new food today, which tasted good, and that he missed her.

If he could store these letters, he would even ask the courier to take some back.

For letters to his elder brother, An’an liked to write about the beautiful scenery he saw.

Although An’an did not achieve much in his studies, he was very passionate about writing poetry.

Even though his grandfather had criticized his poems many times, saying they made no sense, it did not change his enthusiasm for writing.

Liu Sisi doted on An’an and would always modify his poems based on his understanding, instantly making them more refined.

An’an spent three months adjusting to traveling by carriage and boat. Once he was no longer physically uncomfortable with these, his journey truly began.

In every new place, An’an cared most about whether there were any good foods, and he would record them.

Whether it was street snacks or signature dishes from restaurants, he documented them in detail, and if possible, he would even write down the recipes.

When Liu Sisi went out to study, it was truly for learning. An’an, however, ate wherever he went, and by the end, he found it hard to leave.

If not for the two-year deadline, he felt he could have kept eating in many more places.

When An’an returned to the capital, he once again set off on his food-hunting journey.

However, this time, Liu Nüluo and Huo Siwei were too worried about him traveling alone, so they decided to go with him.

The family of three traveled leisurely, eating nearly every kind of delicious food they could find.

When An’an came of age, the young master Wang, already a fourth-rank official in the court, personally came to congratulate him. By then, Liu Sisi had already succeeded the title of Duke.

The Emperor, growing old and for the sake of his health, voluntarily abdicated, and the Crown Prince ascended the throne last year.

The Empress became the Dowager Empress, and the Ninth Prince, who shared the same mother as the Crown Prince, was also granted a princely title.

At the time of the new Emperor’s ascension, he was short of trustworthy people, and a young master from a humble family caught his attention.

Moreover, the young master had real talent in these matters and had gained the Emperor’s favor, quickly rising to a level that most people could never reach in their entire lives.

Many people in the capital tried to win his favor, but he never accepted anyone’s olive branch, only keeping a closer relationship with the Duke Liu’s family.

That family was also the Emperor’s maternal side, and they were deeply loyal to the Emperor. Since the Emperor knew that An’an had once used silver to save the young master’s mother, he didn’t find their closeness inappropriate.

The Ninth Prince’s personality was similar to An’an’s, both being lazy and carefree second-generation rich. Even if they did nothing for their whole lives, they could still live comfortably under the protection of their families.

The glory of the Duke Liu’s family was not diminished, and the Duke paid even more attention to warning the younger generation not to be arrogant due to their favor.

After the coming-of-age ceremony, An’an overheard his mother saying that she planned to arrange his marriage, so that night he secretly ran away with the Ninth Prince, leaving a letter behind telling his mother not to worry.

The Ninth Prince had seen An’an’s records of delicious food and was so tempted that he couldn’t resist, seizing the opportunity to run away with him.

After several years, Liu Nüluo gradually realized that An’an truly had no intention of marrying; all he thought about was eating, drinking, and playing.

Moreover, during this time, an incident occurred in the capital where a young dandy tried to force a woman into prostitution. The woman refused to comply and caused a stir in the court, leading to her father losing his official position.

With this contrast, Liu Nüluo suddenly felt that her son wasn’t so bad after all; he just didn’t want to marry.

She had been diagnosed with a weak constitution since childhood, and her mother had comforted her not to be upset, leading her thoughts to differ from others.

If having children was only for her old age to have someone to rely on, surely her son, who had been raised with such care by Liu Sisi, would still take care of her in her old age.

After realizing this, Liu Nüluo no longer fretted and, when An’an stayed in the capital for a while, shared her thoughts with him.

Since then, An’an stopped avoiding the capital.

He didn’t know why he had no intention of marrying and didn’t know how to explain it to his mother, so he simply kept avoiding the topic.

Now that his mother finally stopped pressuring him, he felt at ease. While making tea for her, he jokingly mentioned that his lifelong wish was to eat every delicious dish in the world!

Liu Nüluo gave him a helpless glare, no longer as worried as before.

Actually, if marriage and children were taken out of the equation, everything An’an did would not seem so out of line.

If not for his frequent visits to strange and bizarre places in search of food, Liu Nüluo actually would have liked to join him. That kind of carefree life was truly enviable.

In this life, Liu Nüluo passed away at the age of seventy-two. Given her frail constitution, living to this age was already a great feat.

Huo Siwei died before her due to old injuries sustained on the battlefield, and after that, she had been in poor health.

After falling ill, she vaguely felt that her time had come and asked someone to write to her son.

After his father’s passing, Liu Shi’an never left the capital, staying by his mother’s side in the hope that she might feel a little happier.

Recently, he returned to the capital and, upon receiving a letter, rushed over immediately without delay.

By the time he arrived, Liu Nüluo was already in a state of confusion due to her illness. She vaguely recognized the familiar face of her son before her and had the maidservants help her sit up.

Leaning against the bedside, she reached out and held An’an’s hand.

Her hands were trembling uncontrollably due to her age, and Liu Shi’an could feel that his mother’s hands were cold. A wave of panic struck his heart, and he hurriedly spoke before she could say anything:

“Mother, I’ve already sent someone to invite the Imperial Physician over. Please hold on a little longer, alright?”

Seeing her son in such a panic, Liu Nüluo reached out to help him tidy his disheveled hair from the rush, trying to control her trembling hands. She forced a faint smile and said:

“No need.”

At her age, no matter how skilled the physician, she knew it was beyond saving. If the doctor were to say something unpleasant, she feared her son might even lash out at him.

“An’an…”

“I’m here, I’m here.”

At that moment, Liu Nüluo’s mind was clearer than ever. She forced a pale smile and stretched out her hand to touch her son’s face once more.

In that instant, countless memories that didn’t belong to her flooded her mind.

She saw herself passing away after giving birth to An’an, her mother dying from the shock of her passing, and her father’s health deteriorating.

She saw her little An’an, whom she had fought so hard to bring into the world, given a deeply insulting name by Tang Yun and abandoned in a desolate courtyard. If not for the kindness of an old nanny, he might not have survived.

She also saw young An’an, curled up in the arms of the nanny who had frozen to death, reaching out to test her breath, not yet understanding the meaning of life and death.

The pain in her heart pulled Liu Nüluo back to the present, and she gripped An’an’s hand tightly.

“An’an…”

She wanted to say so much, to tell him that he was never a burden, that he was never the one who killed her.

Liu Nüluo had thought countless times about An’an mentioning his past life after a high fever, but nothing compared to feeling these details herself, which broke her heart.

In the dimly lit room, young An’an, crouched in the corner, stammered as he asked why he had hurt his mother, crying and saying that he would rather be the one to die.

Liu Nüluo gripped her son’s hand tightly, and An’an, seeing his mother in this state, was overwhelmed with sorrow.

He watched helplessly as his mother’s life slowly slipped away, unable to do anything.

“Mother, just hold on a little longer. The Imperial Physician will be here soon.”

Liu Nüluo shook her head with tears in her eyes, trying to convey this to An’an with her frail voice.

“I never blamed you, I never did.”

“You didn’t kill me. An’an is a good child, he’s my treasure.”

After speaking those words, Liu Nüluo closed her eyes.

An’an was shocked to hear that his mother knew about his past life, but before he could process the shock, he saw her close her eyes.

The immense sorrow replaced his surprise, and tears blurred his vision.

“Mother!”

Even though Liu Shi’an was already older, his good mental state made him appear quite youthful, with not a single strand of white hair.

But after his mother’s funeral, his hair had turned almost completely white.

After the funeral, he returned to the Duke’s residence and went to the small courtyard where his mother had lived the longest.

The Duke’s residence was large, and this courtyard had been preserved in the exact same way as in his memories.

Standing at the door, Liu Shi’an stared at the familiar stone table, and unconsciously moved his lips, saying:

“Mother, I want to eat the osmanthus cake you made.”

It was the season when osmanthus flowers bloomed, but sadly, there would never again be a pair of hands hanging by his nose, smiling and calling him a greedy cat.

Every corner of this courtyard was filled with familiar memories. When the door was pushed open, it seemed as if he could still smell his mother’s favorite incense lingering in the air.

Liu Shi’an slept in this courtyard for the first time after becoming an adult. After closing his eyes, he dreamt of his childhood.

He never left the capital again, staying in the Duke’s residence. When he grew bored, he would organize the notes he had written when he was young.

He only did it out of boredom, never imagining that the books he had written would make a huge contribution to archaeology.

The food and ingredients recorded in them, as well as the tools needed for various preparation methods, were very valuable as evidence.

After An’an passed away, he returned to the system space. This time, due to a brief operational error in the system, his memories weren’t cleared immediately. In fact, he even met the system.

At this point, An’an didn’t just have memories of his past life with Liu Nüluo, but also some vague traces of memories from countless worlds.

Only when his memories were about to be cleared did he start to recall a little.

“Will I have parents who love me?”

An’an’s eyes were filled with confusion as he asked this question, as if all the parents he had encountered in his past lives had loved him.

Yet, he still would forget them, and they would forget him too.

“You will.”

The system gave a definite answer without hesitation. Upon hearing this, An’an didn’t dwell on it further and closed his eyes on his own.

The system erased all his memories, but when it saw the emotional attachment that had suddenly emerged, it hesitated for a long time before choosing not to erase it completely.

Instead, it used its points to exchange for something, temporarily sealing this emotional attachment.

The system originally didn’t understand emotions. It only knew to follow the programmed steps for the next action, but now, everything seemed different.

According to the system’s calculations, if An’an left no trace after traversing so many worlds, he would be very sad.

After An’an closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep. The system appeared at an appropriate time, recreating the scene from when they first met.

As always, using the promise of a loving father and mother as bait, An’an didn’t hesitate to nod in agreement.

“Will I have a good father, a good mother?”

An’an, sitting there, seemed to have noticed the system’s leniency toward him, so he boldly asked.

The system was taken aback by his question and, in an uncertain tone, replied:

“Perhaps both?”

An’an’s little face broke into a brighter smile, but then he gently shook his head.

“It will be rare, right?”

The system didn’t argue. Like in the first mission world, healthy family relationships were indeed rare.

After all, for a child, the most likely source of harm often came from their parents. If one parent loved the child, the other parent would inevitably become an adversary.

In this situation, only the one who truly cares for the child is the target of their mission.

The system didn’t answer, but An’an already knew the answer.

After being silent for about half a minute, he looked up again, a smile on his small face, revealing his little sharp tiger teeth.

“Hehe, it’s okay~ I’m not greedy.”

“Mm.”

The system didn’t know how to respond to An’an’s words. A healthy family relationship should be a luxury for An’an.

He was very easy to satisfy, but precisely because of this, it made people feel heartbroken about his past experiences.

An’an closed his eyes and, when he heard the system say that the mission was about to begin, he even excitedly swung his legs.

While the system helped An’an adapt to the potential discomfort caused by the mission transfer, it also took a look at the content of his task in this world.

The difficulty of the mission wasn’t high, after all, the host it was bound to was still young. After reading it, the system felt a little relieved.

An’an, full of anticipation, hadn’t even opened his eyes when he heard the system say he could. Before he could open them, his body shivered from the cold, and he instinctively let out a cry.

“Wow, wah!”

One reason was because it was just so cold, and another reason was because An’an felt like he had been tricked by this thing that called itself the system!

The cold wind hitting his face felt like being cut by a knife, and An’an’s cries grew hoarse.

He lost strength, and his cries became weaker, while the wind and snow only grew stronger, giving him the illusion that he might die here.

Just as An’an was about to faint from the cold, a door opened not far away.

Dim yellow light spilled onto the snow, followed by the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow.

“Yo, Biao Ge (Brother Biao), come quickly, take a look, someone dropped a little child here. In such cold weather, it’s really ruthless, not even afraid they’ll freeze to death here!”

———Arc End———