The pavilion was not as good as a real house. After the thick snow and the straw on the top were taken away, the cloth beneath the ragged reed mat was shown.

“Hurry!” Pei Yourui’s hair was disheveled and scattered. Her Ruyi hairpins on the bun were gone, her fur was thrown away on the ground nearby, her wrist became purple in the air due to the cold winter wind and her slim and tender fingers were stained with blood for digging the frozen snow packs.

However, ...