Yesterday's snow seemed to be just an accident.
The early morning sun of the next day still carried strands of autumn warmth.
Stepping out of the refuge, Trash-Kun cautiously peered outside, and after realizing it wasn't as cold as he had imagined, finally heaved a sigh of relief and happily scampered off, wagging his tail.
It was too cold at night.
His online time had to be adjusted back.
Apart from Chu Guang and Trash-Kun, it seemed that no one was in a hurry; on the contrary, there was a bit of anticipation for the coming winter.
Especially for players from the south, the chance to see heavy snow wasn't common.
Now on the Wasteland, the snowflakes had started falling before September was over, and it was likely that in another ten days or half a month, one could enjoy a thorough and refreshing snowfall.
Passing through the Enclosing Wall of Outpost Base.
Chu Guang patrolled his territory, meanwhile silently pondering which piece of land to enclose next.
North or south?
