Carefully tightening the cotton jacket around herself, Yuan Bao huddled into a ball to stay warm.
Now she no longer needed to pay special attention to the three people guarding behind the village, as she could see them hiding beside the windward haystack just by opening her eyes.
As the day passed noon, the sun slowly moved west, and clusters of clouds gradually gathered, the sky visibly darkening.
Judging by the weather, it seemed likely to snow later!
Yuan Bao glanced at the increasingly thick layers of clouds above, starting to ponder how she could sneak back into the village.
If a snowstorm hit after dark, and she couldn't hide back in the house, she'd truly be left to face the wind and snow, risking the chills.
"This cursed weather, it's going to snow!"
The three people hiding in the wind shelter all looked up at the clouds, one of them speaking angrily.
"Snow is good; once it snows heavily, we can return to camp!"
"What are you daydreaming about?"
