The two of them busied themselves together every day, and the days passed by quickly. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. That morning, after Du Yue had her breakfast, she did not start training like she usually did. Instead, she changed her clothes, opened the door, and walked out. As soon as she walked out of the bedroom, it was as if she had transmigrated to another world. There were iron rods in the logistics boxes, and white vines were wrapped around the iron rods. Fist-sized frosty snow fruits were hanging on the vines.
Each fruit was white, looking very pleasing to the eye. To Du Yue's surprise, the survival rate of the frosty snow fruit was 100%. Every seed she planted had sprouted and grown long white vines.
