Yes, it's not over yet.
When summer ended, autumn followed. Unbeknownst to them, the grass on the hill had all dried up, and the trees at the foot of the hill had turned yellow. The autumn breeze blew in through the doors and windows, causing those in damp clothes to shiver from the cold.
Thankfully, the house had been restored to its original state, with the walls and floors all dry, as well as the firewood in the fireplace.
Shen Mo reignited the fireplace.
Everyone scattered; some went to take hot showers, some sat by the fireplace to warm up, and others searched in corners to see if any beads had been overlooked.
The guest of autumn had already arrived.
Stationed at the front door.
However, everyone was too worn out, trapped in the summer for nearly eighteen hours; each person was physically and emotionally drained. All they wanted for the moment was to properly relax and rest, they didn't care about the guest outside.
