When they woke up in the morning, the air around them had become even colder.
Pushing open the door, the sky was still gloomy, but it had stopped snowing. However, after a full night, about ten centimeters of snow still lay on the ground.
It wasn't much, but it was enough to alleviate the dry climate, and the air no longer felt so biting and frigid.
After a week of practice, Du Xuejing had grown accustomed to her daily work routine. Honestly, her progress was remarkably fast; she learned more practical knowledge, and more thoroughly, than in an entire semester at school.
Although she still spent her days as an assistant to others, she was well aware of how much progress she had made.
But every morning, she would pull a long face, extremely reluctant, especially on this snowy morning; she was even more dissatisfied.
Seeing that Du Heng had no intention of letting her rest, she could only pout and slowly drag herself to the car.
