When it was the coldest at night, even the blanket would be frozen. Tens of people huddled on a large mattress; everyone could only give themselves some warmth.
At midnight, it was the coldest. Xia Ruoxin opened her eyes, and in the dim light, it was the first time that she saw Shen Wei's trembling lips.
"Shen Wei… Shen Wei…"
She raised her hand and gently patted Shen Wei's face, but she found out that her body temperature was very low.
Her hand was just still. She remembered many people were brought out the same way; their temperature first lowered, then their bodies lost their colors, and—finally—they lost their lives.
She always thought that they would not die and someone would save them, but it turned out to be just their daydream.
It turned out that she was not so lucky, and so was Shen Wei.
They depended on each other for their lives; if something happened to Shen Wei, it would happen to her as well in a few days.
