Snow started falling harder. The ground was quickly covered in a thick blanket of white. The netizen of the Winter Village watched from the warmth of their home.
"…There is a lot of work to do tomorrow to shovel all this snow away!"
"…I hope the snow doesn't do any damage to the infrastucture…"
The locals talked to themselves in their homes, and since going outside was a big no-no, they drew the curtains and lit their fireplaces.
Meanwhile.
The old man jogged through the heavy snow with the fur hat pulled tightly over his ears. He wasn't alone.
With uncomfortable gazes, Raon and Anna followed closely behind him, trembling in cold as they were only wearing some casual attire.
It was too late, so there weren't any stores open where they could buy warmer clothes.
"We've arrived!"
At that moment, the old man stumbled through the heavy snowstorm and arrived at the doorsteps of his house.
