It was snowing heavily again today.
In less than an hour, the entire palace was dyed with a snow-white color.
It was snowing heavily outside, and the little packrat could not leave. She could only play in the hall.
After the poison was removed, the little girl returned to normal. She liked to sleep and stopped punching the pillar.
She was wearing a pink jacket. She looked like a pink ball that could soften one's heart.
"Mother, can Sweetcake play with Grandfather?"
Yun Ran glanced at the weather outside and shook her head, coaxing her softly. "When the snow stops, we'll play with Grandfather, okay?"
After being rejected, the packrat did not cry loudly. She just looked at her eagerly and said in a milky voice, "But Sweetcake wants to accompany Grandfather because it's snowing outside."
The little packrat had her own understanding of the Spiritual Divine Monkey's prophecy.
