The snow in the forest remains un-melted year-round, the accumulation has already reached above the knee level.
The biting cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, hits their faces, painfully chilling. The two people are running through the snow with difficulty.
An Ziqi's legs have long been numb and she could only mechanically push forward.
To avoid those people, Xiao Moli chose a rather tricky route.
The ground under the snow is rough and uneven. Suddenly, An Ziqi's foot missed a step, and before she had time to react, her body rolled down a snow-covered slope.
"An Ziqi," Xiao Moli called out in panic, immediately lunging to hold her. After a dizzying whirl, his body smashed into a large tree on the slope.
Xiao Moli suppressed a groan. Before he could get up, the snow in front of the tree collapsed dramatically, and both of them fell into a hole.
