They were walking along the road between Stone Town and Lian Family Village.
It was a stretch where there was neither village in front nor store behind.
The wind seemed to be getting stronger, with the howling north wind sounding especially mournful.
Gu Qiaoqiao tightened her scarf and quickened her pace.
The weather was ghastly, far too cold.
She longed to be home, sitting on the warm heated brick bed, eating the sour cabbage-filled dumplings her mother had made – what bliss that would be.
Just then, Qin Yize suddenly stopped beside her, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
His demeanor turned sharply intense.
Qin Yize suddenly grabbed Gu Qiaoqiao's hand and whispered lowly, "There are wolves ahead..."
Gu Qiaoqiao's face instantly turned pale, and her heart started to thump wildly.
This area was very close to the grasslands of Inner Mongolia.
Wolves often ran over from there.
But that was only hearsay; they had never actually seen one.