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Three days have passed, Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang have already holed up in the snow-covered cabin in the mountains for three days without any sign of Master Lin.
The deaf and mute little girl doesn't seem to mind too much, as if she's accustomed to this way of life. She only eats two meals a day, both of which are potato and bean soup.
Maybe because she realized Zhou Ziang cooks better and Xiao Xian is more adept at chopping firewood, the little girl smoothly delegated tasks to them.
"This won't do," Xiao Xian pretended to help peel potatoes, muttering next to Zhou Ziang. Xiao Xian had recently noticed that although the girl is mute and deaf, she's quite good at observing others' expressions. A few days earlier, when she was discussing something in front of Zhou Ziang,
she watched intently with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
