Flakes like cotton snow had been falling for a week, and Jhiang Xingzhi had to go to the terrace twice daily.
It was because he was worried about accumulation, there were gaps between the tarpaulins, and although they overlapped, their support was inadequate.
Jhiang Yuan would also help out, and it seemed like life had suddenly stabilized.
She would exercise every day, including her parents.
Xiao Nuan and Jingjing would also work out on the frame that Song Yi had sent, to improve their physique, while Xiao Ling taught them some simple dances.
Anyway, bouncing and jumping around had a good effect.
Jhiang Yuan noticed that her daughter's appetite had improved these past two days.
Every time, she could eat a big bowl of rice, which indeed had an effect.
The day the snow stopped, it was already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.
The accumulated snow had buried the twelfth-floor, and it was nearly twenty meters high.