"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet?"
The voice beside him pulled Xu Shuo back to his senses, He didn't look at her, only lowered his head to indicate the dice on the ground, "Roll."
"Are you watching from the side?" the female journalist asked tentatively.
Xu Shuo looked up, the female journalist had learned her lesson and immediately looked away, casting her gaze haphazardly anywhere but his eyes.
But after a long wait, she hadn't heard him say anything else until the female journalist, shivering, realized she seemed to be getting colder and colder.
There was no north wind, no ice or snow, but the chill grew deeper and cut to the bone.
It seemed that the rule was either to allow David to decide on life and death by rolling the dice or to freeze to death here in a deadlock.
