After packing everything up, I instructed the two of them to turn in early as we need to catch a train tomorrow, and then I left.
Not long after the Ruanlin Family had left, there came a thumping sound from the window. Initially, Ruan Jiaojiao thought it was the winter wind. Half-squinting her eyes, she felt cozy warmed by the soup and sighed comfortably. Unwittingly, she saw something white propping outside and told Xiu Xi, "Brother Xi, it's really cold today, look how thick the icicles outside are."
"Hiss, hiss... Little Cutie, Little Cutie, open the window, open the window."
The icicle, Xiaobai, was about to freeze to death, its body stiffened, no longer able to swing around the roof beams like before, but had to stand straight like a new type of icicle.
It even dared not stretch its tongue too much, fearing that the next second its tongue would also stiffen, and then it would be tragic if it couldn't even close its mouth.
