November in Xilinhot, the cold feels like fine needles, piercing through the fur coat.
Lan Yiyi pushed open the heavy wooden door of the stable, and a warm wave mixed with hay, fermenting horse dung, and animal body heat surged out, temporarily suppressing the cold wind outside the door.
Little White Cabbage—her docile white mare, stood quietly in the enclosure.
A small dark brown bundle nestled beside it.
Seeing Lan Yiyi come in, Little White Cabbage's ears immediately turned towards her, and its body slightly shifted, sheltering the foal more securely in the corner between itself and the railing.
Lan Yiyi smiled to herself... It's Little White Cabbage's first time being a mother, and she's inexperienced, even guarding against her. So, she didn't approach further, stopping a few steps away, her hand resting on the rough wooden railing.
The small bundle moved.
