The weather in the light rainy season was fickle. It was bright and sunny just a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, black clouds had gathered overhead.
Winston, who just buried the sealed salt bucket under his home, looked up and saw that the weather had changed. He strode towards Bai Qingqing.
"I'll bring you back to the tree hole."
Wind messed up Bai Qingqing's long hair, causing it to fly about. She nodded and said to Molly, "You should hurry back too. Be careful not to be blown away by the wind."
She wasn't jesting—even the ordinary winds in this world were extremely strong, certainly sufficient to blow away a female.
"Mm," Molly responded. Holding the crop of her short hair, she ran against the fierce wind.
Winston carried Bai Qingqing on his back and climbed up to the second story of their tree hole. They had just entered when the rain started pouring down following the rumble of thunder that resonated across the entire forest.
