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In the movie, the world was becoming worse and worse.
This sense of despair penetrated deep into the bones.
If Yang Yiwu were watching disasters like fires or car accidents, then he could hope for firefighters to come and rescue those people.
But amid this unprecedented natural disaster, Yang Yiwu really couldn't think of even a sliver of a way out.
He looked out the window again, where the snow, carried by the wind, was blown high into the sky. The night sky was pitch-black; no stars or moon could be seen. As someone from the south, Yang Yiwu felt fear toward the winter of the north—the dark forests blanketed deep with snow, the pitch-dark night sky, and the silent snowy nights with the occasional howling of some animal. In the early days when he first came to this town, Yang Yiwu had difficulty sleeping.
