The next day —
In the wheat field —
A field mouse is lying on a mound of soil, basking in the sun.
After the harvest, the wheat field has fewer obstructions, allowing the afternoon sun to bathe Jiang Ting more thoroughly, warming him comfortably.
"Thanks to the system," Jiang Ting stretched out for the first time to bask in the sun, without worrying about getting a sunburn. Occasionally, he would touch the fur on his belly, which felt warm and comfortable.
According to the original story, Thumbelina met a field mouse under the wheat stubble. Jiang Ting was not sure how far the plot had progressed in this world. He had spent (or crawled) the entire day in the wheat field without encountering a little girl the size of a thumb.
Instead, he had run into the mole again, who was currently poking its head out of a nearby hole.
"Are you still sunbathing?"
