Everyone gathered around the fire to eat their porridge when it suddenly started to snow.
Bai Wutong reached out her hand, and the slightly cold snowflakes fell into her palm. The moment Stinky reached out his small hand to grab them, they disappeared.
The snow was indeed beautiful, but it was strangely cold. She could feel the temperature plummet by several degrees.
Bai Wutong was very worried. If they continued moving on, would they encounter a snowstorm?
At dawn, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the top of their tent. The children who had woken up early had even built many strangely shaped little snowmen. When they saw Bai Wutong lift the carriage curtain, a bold child immediately pointed at the snowman he had made and said with a smile, "Madam Bai, look, this is the Master Chu I made! Isn't it good-looking?"
He had decorated the snowman's face with leaves as a beard. Now that he said it, it looked a little like Chu Tianbao.
