To be honest, besides them, even Yan Huan had forgotten what today was.
She placed all the firewood that she had collected from outside. As the weather today was quite nice, she collected more firewood so that they could last longer.
The weather had gradually become warmer, thus the snow on the mountains was beginning to melt. The frostbite on Yan Huan's hands was slowly recovering, and at least the swelling had begun to subside. It seemed that in just a day's time, her fingers that had originally swollen terribly like little carrots had become much better. Now that the frostbite had mostly healed, her fingers gradually returned to their normal sizes. However, the remaining scars would not seem to disappear as easily, and the marks would inevitably remain. Nevertheless, with the passing of time, they too would fade. When the new year arrived, the scars would resurface. The cold would cause her great pain and itch, so much so that she wanted to cry.
