C62

Pei Qingcheng no longer had any strength left. She had been frozen into an ice cube.

He had never been so disappointed or despaired in his life.

Fortunately, she found a shack made of tree branches. It should be the guinea-watcher's shack. It was not yet the season for growing the melon, and the land was desolate.

Although the rain was pouring down through the gaps in the branches