In just a few moments, a layer of mist formed outside the stone house. As strong winds blew, waves of moisture surged inside.
The frightened cubs had already scurried inside.
Xin Feng also turned and said to her, "Wanwan, the weather's turning. You should go inside and rest too."
Shaking her head, Bai Wanwan slowly walked to his side and took his outstretched hand.
"I'm worried about the potatoes we planted. Is this the start of the rainy season?"
Xin Feng shook his head and said thoughtfully, "Normally, the rainy season shouldn't be here for a while."
The thick fog outside severely obstructed their vision.
A heavy weight settled on Bai Wanwan's heart.
She wasn't sure if potatoes needed watering, but with this much rain, would the potatoes rot if it went on for too long?
Xin Feng noticed she was uneasy, and the rain outside began to pour into the house.
