"This, this snow, why is it gray?"
He could hardly believe his own eyes and continued to shine the flashlight ahead.
Wherever his gaze fell, everything was shrouded in gray; the brighter the area, the deeper the color.
Jhiang Yuan was also extremely shocked, as it clearly hadn't been like this during the day.
"Dad, when you came here during the day, was it white?"
"It was white, definitely white."
Jhiang Xingzhi was just short of swearing an oath; the snow had been fine when Jhiang Yuan had visited two days earlier.
This situation was completely unexpected.
She wanted to do an experiment, so she turned off the flashlight, and then they couldn't see anything at all.
In the past, regardless of whether there was a moon or not.
The bright white snow would reflect light, even if just a little.
But now, it was pitch-black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
