After all, she has experienced too many ups and downs and twists and turns along the way, but every time Ye Zifen gritted her teeth and persevered with her tenacious perseverance.

Even when faced with the severe test of life and death, she never had the slightest intention of retreating.

The light in the room gradually became dimmer, as if a black curtain was slowly drawn by an invisible hand.

Ye Zifen was immersed in her own thoughts until she suddenly felt that the surrounding environment seemed to have changed in some way, and then she realized that night had quietly fallen.

She subconsciously raised her head and looked towards the window.

I saw several masters busying themselves in an orderly manner. In their hands were the hay that Gao Yi had found and the clothes that Ye Zifen had contributed herself.

These items have now become important materials for repairing the damaged windows.

The masters' movements were extremely skillful and quick, as if this kind of work was already commonplace for them.

Everyone's expression was so focused and serious, without any sign of slackness.

One of the masters carefully spread the hay evenly on the damaged area. His hands were gentle and dexterous, as if he was treating a precious work of art. The other master followed closely and pressed the hay tightly with clothes, trying his best to block even the slightest bit of the cold night wind that might come in from outside.

Although the light in the room was quite dim at this time, making the masters' figures look a little blurry, their busy postures were so vivid and clear that they could be seen at a glance.

Those gaps of various shapes and sizes that originally existed on the windows were like monsters with open mouths, wantonly devouring the only remaining warmth and tranquility in the house.

However, with the concerted efforts of the masters and their racing against time, the monsters were finally completely tamed.

They skillfully used various materials to seal every gap tightly and airtightly, even the tiny gap as small as a needle tip was not left out.

The hay and clothes were tightly attached to each other, intertwined and entangled, like a natural pair, perfectly combining into an indestructible temporary barrier.

The masters were busy with their full concentration, and a layer of fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of their foreheads, crystal clear like pearls.

But they had no time to wipe the sweat, allowing it to slide down their cheeks and drip onto the ground, forming a small wet mark.

Finally, when the last gap was successfully sealed, the masters felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At this time, Zhang Gaoyi walked into the room with slightly heavy steps.

I saw that he was holding a pile of wet firewood in his arms, his clothes were covered with dust, and his hair was messy due to the wind.

There were still a few wisps of dust on his tired face, making him look a little disheveled.

"These firewoods are a little damp. Let's put them here to dry for a while, and then we can use them by roasting them over a fire. Fortunately, the owner of this house didn't take all the firewood away, so there are still some drier ones left."

Zhang Gaoyi said while panting as he gently placed the firewood in his arms on the ground.

The pile of damp firewood gave off a faint smell of moisture, as if whispering about the violent storm they had just experienced.

Zhang Gaoyi was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, making a whirring sound like a bellows.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ground like beads that had broken off a string.

He raised his strong arms and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves. However, this wipe did not stop the sweat, but made it flow freely on his face.

After a short rest, he turned around and hurried out the door again, and soon came back with a large bundle of hay.

He placed the hay on the ground, pulled out a few drier and more flammable leaves, and lit them carefully.

The flames rose up instantly, jumping happily, like a group of naughty elves dancing to their heart's content.

The roof of this house is not high. If the fire is not controlled well and becomes too big, it is likely to ignite the thatched roof above.

Thinking of this, Zhang Gaoyi frowned tightly, and he dared not relax his eyes at all times, staring at the roof all the time, his eyes full of vigilance and caution.

Then he began to organize the wet firewood in an orderly manner.

I saw him bending down, stretching out his big hands covered with calluses and a little rough, gently picking up the firewood one by one, looking at them carefully, and then placing them in the appropriate place.

Each piece of firewood seemed to have found its own specific place in his hands, and everything appeared in good order.

His movements were both skillful and steady. Although his hands were strong and powerful, he was able to control the strength just right when fiddling with the firewood so as not to damage it by using too much force.

When his palm touches the firewood, a slight and delicate friction sound is made, as if some secret is being whispered between the two.

Above the blazing flames was a rusty iron can filled with snow.

The can of snow was like a sleeping baby, lying there quietly and without any ripples.

Soon the snow fell.

The dancing flames were like naughty elves, licking the bottom of the jar happily, and making a slight and crisp "sizzling" sound from time to time, as if whispering some secret.

As time went by, wisps of water vapor began to rise slowly from the mouth of the jar. They were like light fairies, dancing gracefully upwards, like a dream, intoxicating and unable to extricate oneself.

The water vapor gradually spread out, like a thin veil dancing in the air. Everything that was originally clearly visible was shrouded by this layer of water vapor, becoming hazy and blurred.

Zhang Gaoyi, who was standing not far away, gradually had his face hidden in the water vapor, appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to see his true appearance.

However, through the thin layer of water vapor, one could still catch a glimpse of his deep eyes, which revealed a solemn and focused look, as if he was thinking about something extremely important.

Ye Zifen took off her cloak, stood up and walked over.

She panted slightly and said, "After the water is heated, remember to pour the blood into the jar. By the way, call the masters in! It's too cold outside."