Bai Wutong sat on the soft sofa and looked at the heavy rain outside the window. She tightened her cloak and couldn't help but worry about how much the crops planted would be affected.
"Whoo—"
The wind howled and black shadows quickly passed by the horizon. It was probably someone's tent that had been blown away again.
The trees outside the door swayed crazily, as if they were playing rock and roll.
"Bang—"
Something fell and shattered outside the door.
Xiaobai rushed to Bai Wutong immediately, as if she was facing a great enemy and wanted to protect her.
Xiaolv and the cubs followed closely behind and surrounded Bai Wutong.
In the cold night, Bai Wutong felt extremely warm as she looked at their furry backs.
She touched the top of Xiaobai's head and comforted it to not worry. Only then did Xiaobai relax and rub its head against the back of Bai Wutong's hand.
