She limped and hobbled forward. As she walked more, her leg would easily feel some pain, but she could still find it tolerable. But, when she was about to reach the place, she was blocked by a person.
She looked up. With the wind blowing everywhere and snow filling the whole sky, her eyes were slightly blurry. She blinked a few times which melted a few snowflakes and moistened her eyelashes.
When she saw clearly the person in front of her, she lowered her head again and walked past the man with the firewood on her back.
"I don't think you can survive any longer." The man said with the accent of the local dialect. It sounded much like Mandarin even with the accent, but it was not difficult to understand.
