Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
It was now early winter.
A light snow had begun to fall, and the entire world seemed a stretch of gray and white.
However, Shen Changchuan found it rather strange that in the sea of lush trees covering the mountains and forests, not all the leaves had withered and fallen.
Only a small portion of the shorter trees had lost their leaves and become bare.
The broad leaves of the remaining ancient, giant trees, though dulled by the low temperatures, still formed a continuous, sky-blotting canopy that covered the mountain forest.
When the fine, fluffy snow landed on them, they looked like furry little hills from a distance.
And it seemed that,
even if the temperature dropped further or a heavier snow fell, the leaves of those ancient trees would not fall so easily.
This truly violated the common sense from Shen Changchuan's previous life.
But on second thought, it wasn't so strange.
