Snow isn't cold, but when it melts, it is. The snow fell heavily for several days, accumulating thickly, and in the past two days, the temperature has dropped several degrees.
Once inside, Milo Sinclair noticed that Shea Thorne's embroidered shoes were soaked through by the snow, with a layer of ice on the outside. After taking off her shoes, her socks were wet halfway up her feet, and her toes were numb with cold.
Shea Thorne curled up in the corner of Milo Sinclair's resting bed, leaning against the wall, covering her feet with a quilt, and asked in confusion, "Why can't we stay in the previous room? The bed there is bigger."
Although this bed was a meter and a half wide, it was still narrower and less spacious than the previous one, where turning over could easily result in bumping into each other.
