Luo Qiangwei felt a chill in her heart.
How could it have fallen off? Either Moh Shiche didn't secure it tightly, or... was it pulled off by Luo Hongying just now?
She didn't ponder whether Moh Shiche did it on purpose. Right now, if someone said he wanted her dead, she would not hesitate to believe it. She had no confidence or thoughts about that man.
Luo Qiangwei slid a little further forward, but the snow was getting heavier, and the path she came from was no longer skiable.
Without the beacon as a compass, and being a complete road idiot herself... she was utterly lost.
Luo Qiangwei stood in the snow, looking at the vast expanse of white before her that seemed to have no end. She instinctively gripped her ski poles and looked up at the overcast sky.
After all, she had been too careless. Having died tragically once, she should be constantly cautious of everyone...
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