No matter what Yu Niaoniao asked next, Huan'er refused to answer.
As a result, Yu Niaoniao felt she could only talk to herself. As time passed, she felt very bored.
She shut up and walked up the steps to the rockery.
Huan'er thought that she was going to the octagonal pavilion on the rockery to play, so she did not stop her and just followed behind her silently.
When Yu Niaoniao reached the octagonal pavilion at the top of the mountain, she did not sit down to rest. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves, lifted her skirt, and tucked it into her belt. Then, she hugged the big tree beside the octagonal pavilion and climbed up.
Huan'er was shocked and hurriedly dissuaded her.
"What are you doing? It's too dangerous. Come down!"
Yu Niaoniao turned a deaf ear and climbed up. Soon, she reached the top of the tree.
The snow on the tree fell on her head, wetting the ends of her hair.
