In the waters a bit further from the painted boat, visibility was completely gone, enveloped entirely by thick darkness.
The range of sight was compressed to only about five meters, one could vaguely make out the position of the float on the water surface, and there wasn't even a slight breeze around at this moment.
It seemed as though everything in the surroundings was slowly starting to solidify under the gradually decreasing temperature.
Yan Junze's hand holding the fishing rod was becoming stiffer and stiffer, and he couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't out of fear, but rather because his clothes were too thin, making him feel like his body was about to freeze through.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, turned his head towards the roof of the painted boat's cabin, and in his line of sight, a small purple baby head peeked out, looking towards him.
"So you went up there," Yan Junze realized.
