Li Xianyun wanted to yell out to stop her, but she found she couldn't make any sound at all.
All she could do was watch helplessly as the little girl ran onto the ice, which instantly cracked beneath her.
The little girl fell heavily into the bone-chilling, icy water.
Li Xianyun felt as though she herself was dying, trembling with cold, suffering to the extreme.
Then, a group of colorfully strange creatures with ox heads and horse faces gathered around on the riverbank.
They opened their mouth wide, laughing wickedly and unrestrained.
Li Xianyun wanted to chase away the group with ox heads and horse faces, but then she realized she was submerged in the freezing, gloomy water, struggling helplessly.
She was that pitiful little girl.
Li Xianyun thought of something and looked behind her with wide-open eyes.
Bloodstains slowly surfaced in the icy water, turning the surface of the river and the ice red, as well as her eyes.