The sky gradually cleared from dusk to a cold blue, as the moonlight brightened.
Even with several additional layers of clothing, the cold seeped into the bones quickly as soon as the sky darkened, the ice-cold layer clinging to the skin, with the occasional draft moving inside.
Meng'er knew that this wasn't a problem that could be solved by wearing more clothes; working in the field wrapped in new thick cotton should not make one shiver from the cold, because the body heats up from the inside out, at most causing chilblains on the hands, feet, and ears.
But she didn't have that kind of strength, besides, supporting the body consumed half of her qi, after working for a while when the heat just began to rise, her body would be exhausted, she could only sit on the icy surface panting, the sweat on her skin cooled quickly, and her thin, small body was as fragile as a piece of paper that could be pierced by the wind.
Moreover, she couldn't even stand up and jump.
