An Lan fell silent. Ling Feng was the first man to stir her heart, but that didn't mean she would abandon everything here for him.
She knew that what Ling Feng said came from his heart, but after hesitating for a moment, An Lan still shook her head, "Ling Feng, I'm sorry. I really like you, but... but I can't abandon everything here; I can't leave the Snowman Tribe!"
Ling Feng grew anxious, "Why? The Devil is already dead, and your duty has been lifted. You don't have to stay here anymore!"
An Lan tiptoed and gently kissed the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, saying, "Indeed, you're right. But I am the shaman girl of the Snowman Tribe, and this place is my home! Moreover, the formation is broken, and this Small World could vanish at any time. When that time comes, our Snowman Tribe must find a suitable place to live. As the shaman girl of the Snowman Tribe, I cannot possibly leave the tribe at a time like this!"
