February's weather is especially cold, it seems like even the air is frozen.
The wheat in the field outside the house has undergone significant changes. The good news is it's no longer green but is now covered in a blanket of white frost and snow. The downside is, it's close to being frozen to death by the severe cold.
Xue Yuantong slept in until 10:30, woke up reluctantly, and as suspected, saw Jiang Ning's goodnight text on her phone.
Just like what she dreamed about last night.
Xue Yuantong muttered: "Smart move."
Only then did she leisurely crawl out of her warm bed.
Lately, it's been too cold, Mom and Aunt Hua have gone to work, Chuchu went back to her hometown, so Jiang Ning surely doesn't have a meal.
As the head of the family, she should bear the household responsibility, just to make Jiang Ning understand her family status.
Half an hour later, after tidying up, Tongtong had her hands behind her back, walking in little cotton shoes, heading to Jiang Ning's room.
