That child, amidst this bitter winter, wore only a thin, long garment. Originally pure white, the shirt was now stained crimson by endless streams of water.,But just as it was about to solidify, the energy suddenly dissipated. The heart that had just begun to coalesce scattered like a scattering of stars, falling around Ye Qingtang in an instant and disappearing without a trace.,The next second, the man's finger suddenly tapped on Ye Qingtang's brow. A golden ray quietly melted into Ye Qingtang's brow...。