C88 A Foreigner

In December, it was snowing, it must have been snowing.

Jiang Tang was sitting in front of the newly bought stove to warm herself up. At the same time, she buried a few sweet potatoes inside. The Northern Qi Mountain was much colder than she had imagined. It was wet and cold. Sparkling snow mixed with the rain, and the entire Northern Qi Mountain seemed to have fallen into an icy lake