Night time on Mount Everest, the highest peak on Earth.
The blizzard was intense, and it was hard to make out anything beyond a half a meter range. The strong winds made it difficult for anyone to stand stationary.
Xia Fei was standing upright in flimsy clothes. His two legs had already been buried by the snow, and his eyes still remained staring out east, looking in the direction of the land he once called home.
There was no cheer or fresh flowers. There was no boisterous send off party. Xia Fei left like this, all alone, standing here in this blizzard which would make anyone's heart tremble.
"What are you looking at?" Phantom curiously wondered.
"That side of the mountain is China, the Chinese community." Xia Fei's answer was simple.
"You can see so far out despite this heavy snowing?"
"Not at all, but I can feel it in my heart."
