After a hailstorm, large snowflakes drifted in the air, slowly landing like small boats. The door had already been buried by ice, so Parker climbed out from the window and cleared up the ice in front of the door before opening it.
"Wow!" Bai Qingqing wore thin sneakers as she walked to the door and saw a large snowflake the size of a bowl slowly landing in front of her. She put out her hand and caught it.
The snowflake covered Bai Qingqing's entire palm and rapidly melted from the warmth, turning into water.
"It's so beautiful…" Bai Qingqing raised her head and looked at this strange natural phenomena in the beastmen's world.
The world before her eyes was a stretch of white, and the yellowing willow branches were in a dire strait. What was left were their trunks that stood there firmly. Not many jerkies that were hung to dry on the trees to dry were left.
