In the darkness of the cave, Bi Fang's face was half visible and half shrouded, yet even though separated by more than a meter of snow, the audience in front of the screen could still hear the clear howling of the wind, quite eerie.
This didn't seem like taking shelter in a snow cave, it felt more like being buried alive.
If one's psychological endurance was slightly weaker, they wouldn't be able to stay in such an environment.
But going out would most likely mean death, the environment was already cold, and the blizzard was like a giant heat extraction machine, not leaving a trace of warmth in the earth.
The blinding snowstorm also blocked out the sunshine, completely cutting off any warmth from solar radiation.
[In such a scene, it kind of feels like being buried alive]
[Today's wind is particularly raucous]
Bi Fang, back against the snow, was slowly taking apart the thin rope that had been used to block the snow.
