Beas was completely immersed in this icy world.
From time to time, he would intentionally slide around, but he did it while crouching, so even if he fell, it didn't hurt, prompting Yigol Foster, who was always by his side, to laugh and scold, "You little rascal, you're so clever."
When Beas slid to the edge of the lake, he found that some wild grass had drooped over the surface of the lake, covered with thick snow. Due to the low temperature, the grass hanging over the surface was adorned with icicles.
Beas reached out curiously to pick one.
Yigol Foster was watching by his side.
Beas held the sparkling, transparent icicle up to the sunlight and seemed to discover something fascinating. He handed the icicle to Yigol Foster and said, "Uncle, look, look."
Yigol Foster crouched down, took the icicle, and looked at it against the sunlight. Hmm, it did have a kaleidoscopic feel to it and was indeed beautiful.
