Two weeks later, in the early morning.
Under the sky filled with snowflakes, the Ghost Ship and Ice Demon were covered with a thick layer of snow and frost.
"So cold, so cold..."
Fen stood on the deck, draped in a heavy woolen coat, hugging herself as she shivered unceasingly.
She turned her head to look towards Chen Qi, who was cooking soup in the kitchen:
"Qi, I'm hungry..."
"Coming."
Chen Qi carried a hot pot of meat soup with both hands, poured it into bowls, and distributed it to the crew suffering from the cold, as well as to the Water Elf about to turn into an ice sculpture.
Fen took the meat soup, drank it in one gulp, and said blankly:
"Delicious!"
After finishing, the color returned to Fen's cheeks, and a small, shaky yellow flower sprouted from the top of her head:
"My body is still a bit cold, and I feel dizzy..."
