"Auntie, I'm cold~"
"Who has a blanket? Hand one over."
The truck sped along the frost-covered road. The sky was as if obscured by a thick grey cloth. As they passed a pile of bones as large as the vehicle, Ma Zhen handed a blanket to Bai Xinran.
Despite being covered by the thick blanket, there was no sign that her body was generating any warmth. Her face deathly pale, she trembled as she slowly ate.
"Auntie~ I'm still cold."
Helplessly, Qiongli saw her runny nose and intermittent coughs, dried bloodstains dotting the discarded tissues nearby.
Since getting injured last time, Bai Xinran had been in a state of constant weakness. She spent most of her days searching for food in the lingering confines of the truck.
"There, there, auntie will hold you. You won't be cold..."
