After a pause, Luo Qiangwei glanced casually around her and provocatively, her smile bright and taunting, said, "Actually, you shouldn't worry too much. Even if you're stuck in the snow, you won't die. At worst, you'll just feel numbness in your legs or get a cold womb, leading to some chronic illnesses. But you probably don't care, right? After all, the man you love is married to me, sleeps with me every day, and our children are mine. You can do nothing but watch. It's almost better to be infertile."
Hongying was so angry she nearly vomited blood. "You!"
"All right, I'm off to ski. You just keep being stuck, bye."
In the moment Luo Qiangwei stood up, Hongying, gritting her teeth, reached out her hand and grabbed the signal device hanging at Luo Qiangwei's waist, yanking it off forcefully.
With a ski suit that thick, Luo Qiangwei couldn't possibly feel anything. She turned and skied away with elegant and clean movements, splashing snow on Hongying's face with her ski poles.
