She was still prostrating herself along the way.
She had covered more than twenty kilometers.
She had already walked nearly half the distance on her knees, with the snowstorm piercing through her clothes, it was freezing cold.
Chilling to the bone.
Her steps were becoming heavy, as if weighed down by a massive stone, each step was like being pricked by a needle.
Painful.
But as soon as she thought that if she persevered to the end, Viola Thompson would recover, Mrs. Thompson's pace would lighten up.
Hold on.
She must hold on.
She was the best grandmother in the world!
Looking at the road ahead, Mrs. Thompson disdainfully said, "What's the big deal with this roads? Back in my day, I walked more than ninety kilometers across grasslands overnight!"
That time was much more challenging than now.
Sucker up.
Sally Bennett.
But the further she went, the heavier the snowstorm became.
