Chen Yang only rapidly realized when he got closer to the light source that it was the brilliance scattered by the burning fire.
The five people sitting next to the fire were not the adults Chen Yang had envisioned, instead, they were the five little girls under the age of ten who had left.
This result left Chen Yang a bit disappointed. The hand holding the dagger loosened slowly and returned to its original position. He stood quietly, watching the group of little girls from a distance and hesitating, but he wouldn't get any closer.
The girls were extremely cautious. If he intruded abruptly, they would only be frightened. Chen Yang hadn't forgotten that the girls probably relocated because of him.
The snowstorm came too suddenly. The temperature dropped from the usual ten degrees above zero to twelve below within a few hours. He feared this was not the lowest the temperature would reach.
