Winter, morning.
The sun has just peeked over the horizon, casting a faint light. The weather is quiet and cold. A little girl breaks free from the comfort of her bed, wrapping herself in a little cotton jacket and stepping into cotton slippers as she walks out the front door.
The outside chill intensifies as Xue Yuantong looks around. The wheat fields to the south are cloaked in silver, covered in white frost, and the winter atmosphere is strong.
"Really want to take a stroll in the fields!" she breathes, forming a small misty cloud in front of her face.
Without hesitation, she dashes off to Chuchu's house.
She enters through the main door, walks through the living room, and reaches the kitchen door beside the small courtyard, just in time to see Jiang Ning leaning against the doorframe. Fortunately, she stops herself in time; otherwise, she would have bumped right into Jiang Ning's arms.
