Zhang Xiaohua walked for an entire morning, and the endless snow showed no signs of stopping. It was more and more difficult to walk as his feet would occasionally slip. Zhang Xiaohua could only rely on the little cane in his hand.
In the forest, snow and branches were all around him. Other than the "rustling" fall of snowflakes, there was only the "crunching" sound of Zhang Xiaohua's footsteps on the snowy ground. In this environment, it was actually impossible to distinguish north from south, east from west. But for Zhang Xiaohua, who had no sense of direction, the distinction didn't matter. He just needed to look at the small hill, and now, raising his head, he unexpectedly found that he was much closer to it.
