The snow kept falling harder.
The snow had piled up to the knees, making progress increasingly difficult. The cold crept into the bones through the soaked clothes, and Wen Renbai could clearly feel the person beneath him growing colder inch by inch, their steps gradually slowing.
He himself had also lost almost all sensation due to the cold.
"Let me down,"
he sighed imperceptibly, his voice immediately swallowed up by the icy snow.
Wen Renbai thought, if he put down this burden, Helan Lian might still have a chance to walk out of this snowy mountain alone, but if he continued carrying him, they would both freeze to death right here.
Helan Lian heard his words, and his snow-covered brows and eyes fiercely furrowed, his tone unkind, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wen Renbai smiled weakly, sounding exhausted but as gentle as ever, "How are you going to get out if you keep carrying me like this?"
