The clouds were thick and heavy. Even though the afternoon was, in general, quite sunny, rain was still threatening to make its imminent appearance with an evident display of grey, looming clouds.
Just as Li Meirong was able to spot her cabin in the distance, a voice rang out in the increasingly foggy air, calling her name.
The dense mist scattered across the landscape, shrouding the cabin and everything surrounding it.
Snowball landed with great precision right in front of the cabin's door, his fur bristling as his bright eyes bore into the person concealing themselves in the mist. Li Meirong dismounted Snowball's back and lifted a hand to her forehead to shade her eyes from the afternoon sun as she visually scouted the area.
