บท 243: Losing Half of Their Short-Winged Birds

The gradual brightening of the sky and the thin fog in the air made the ice-covered world appear even more like a black-and-white ink wash painting. The ground was covered in a layer of snow and crunched when it was stepped on.

Bai Qingqing stood at the doorway and stretched. The fresh air she breathed into her lungs made the fatigue from the nightmare she experienced the night before go away.

The wooden pillar that Curtis had crushed last night had been set up again. It had clearly been replaced as the wood was very fresh. Parker and Curtis hadn't paid any attention, so it must have been Winston who replaced the pillar.

Bai Qingqing looked at Winston and said, "Thank you, Winston."

"It's my pleasure," Winston said as he glanced at her. He grabbed the stone basin and walked to the side of the house, then picked out clean pieces of ice from the mountain of ice and put them in the basin.