Atop White Cloud Peak, the red sun shone on a large cluster of snow-laden pines, warming the wilderness around. From her bed, Dan Wulan quietly lay, watching with cool eyes as Dan Wuque stood by her side, yawning, looking as if she hadn't woken up fully yet.
As she saw drool gradually about to drip onto her hand, Dan Wulan frowned and swiftly grabbed that perpetually swaying cowlick.
Subconsciously, Dan Wuque shuddered and covered her hair, looking at Dan Wulan in confusion.
"Mm~ Sister, what are you doing?"
Dan Wulan let go and subtly wiped the drool from the mattress with the corner of her clothes before responding indifferently, "Nothing. Why is your hair black?"
Blinking, Dan Wuque gazed at Dan Wulan and after a moment said, "Maybe it's to make it easier for others to tell us apart!"
Dan Wulan: "..."
The light from the window was faint and veiled. It was deep winter, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated outside the thatched cottage.
