Not long after, a faint rumble could be heard from behind the clouds, occasionally accompanied by flashes of lightning, vanishing as quickly as they appeared.
She felt the temperature dropping lower and lower.
Ruan Mian furrowed her brow, a sense of foreboding rising within her.
A few days ago, she had heard those seasoned government officers mentioning that a snowstorm was imminent. Judging by the current weather, it seemed like it wouldn't be an ordinary storm.
If they didn't take precautions in advance, they might be...
Thinking of this, she immediately returned to the thatched hut to wake up her brother and father.
She told them that the snowstorm was arriving soon, and the thatched hut was unsuitable for shelter; they must move immediately.
The huts were located near the river, in a position that allowed the wind to blow in from both sides. If the snowstorm got severe, they might get blown into the river.
They could only take refuge in the nearest cave for now.
