C107 At Night 3

Fine snowflakes floated in the sky, and the cold wind was bone-chilling.

Nightingale rubbed her head out of the tent with sleepy eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What time is it now?" The White Ice Marten asked.

"Ah?" Seven or eight o'clock, what's the matter? " It was obvious that Xiao Yan hadn't noticed what was happening outside.

White Ice Marten pointed to the sky, saying