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An endless expanse of white filled her vision; nothing but snowflakes were to be seen in this world of ice and snow.
For Fu Han, who grew up in the south, the Antarctic winter was so cold that she wished she could leave the next second and never return.
Although the winters in City A were also cold, it never snowed, and even on the rare occasion that it did, the snow would melt before it hit the ground.
Despite feeling cold every second and wanting to retreat, Fu Han persevered.
There were many people when they first disembarked from the ship, but the further forward they went, the fewer people they encountered. It was their second day entering Antarctica, and they hadn't met a single person all the way.
The blizzard today was even more intense than yesterday's. It was still Luo Qinghe leading the way, and after an indeterminate amount of time, he finally stopped, "It's getting late; we should camp here for the night."
