The early winter morning was shrouded in thin mist, and the pine forest on the distant mountains seemed veiled in a layer of white gauze, under Bai Huang's gaze, Gao Ming opened the manor's grand gate.
The heavy wooden door slowly opened. Bai Huang, soaking wet, entered the house, her cuffs stained with mud, and visible scratches on her fingers.
"Are you injured?" Gao Ming smelled a faint scent of blood on Bai Huang.
"This just proves that I'm alive." Bai Huang's eyes were icy cold, she hadn't touched water since she entered the nightmare, and seemed much thinner after just one night.
Thick boots stepped on the wooden stairs, the creaking sound seeming louder than the day before. The homeowner rushed to Bai Huang with a hunting gun, pointing its muzzle at her forehead, "It's freezing cold, a blizzard has sealed the mountains, hardly anyone can survive a whole night outdoors. Where did you hide last night?"
