Enemies from the north

Spring had already arrived, and the northern grasslands were no longer covered in snow. Rather, there was a sense of life all around.

The soft green pastures of the steppe were mentally refreshing, and the transparent and clear rivers winding across the meadow stirred the heart.

White clouds hung low in the sky, the heavens almost within reach.

But for some reason, Yan Liuyuan kept getting the feeling that the sky was all gloom on the way back. The dark clouds did not dissipate at all.

It wasn't until the moment he saw Xiaoyu that the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed. Sunlight penetrated through the dark clouds and covered the ground, illuminating the abyss.

Initially, when Xiaoyu saw Yan Liuyuan, she felt he had changed into a different person. But when he saw her, he immediately changed back to his usual self.

For Yan Liuyuan, Xiaoyu was his solid anchor. As long as his anchor was still around, he would not get lost in the ocean.