6:00 a.m.
The sky had not yet brightened, and the earth was tranquil, devoid of the sounds of insects or birds, with only the wind blowing, a chilling breeze brushing past the ears, bringing waves of sound.
The mountain forest was piled with pristine white snow, making even walking quite a challenge.
However, Lin Qi followed Mo Shangjun, using the dim light of a flashlight, continually running through the snow.
The breath he exhaled quickly turned into a mist, and the cold wind howled in his face, as if a thousand knives were scraping across his skin, both cold and painful. Because they had been running for too long, his throat ached as if on fire, burning terribly, and occasionally when the cold wind blew in, it felt like he couldn't sense even a bit of warmth.
Yet—
His body was drenched in sweat.
Tired, cold, and hot.
Lin Qi couldn't articulate the feeling.
