C353 Nassir Dawson I Love You

The snowfield, the land.

From time to time, the sound of a lone wolf wailing could be heard.

Two black dots appeared at a certain end of the horizon and they struggled to pass through the snow.

The black dots slowly became bigger and the snow reached their knees.

"Wind Moon Emissary, work harder. We'll be back in India one day," the Blue Moon Emissary said while breathing heavily