The night finally arrived with the snow that the weather forecast had long been predicting. Mixed with a gale, it lashed coldly and icily against every part of his body. His feet were so cold, even though they were wrapped in the leg warmers she had given him, but ever since the moment he lost her, they turned cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and every step felt unbearably heavy.
Girl, come back soon.
The howling wind roared in his ears, accompanied by scattered melting snow falling onto his pitch-black hair. Shen Jiayin opened her eyes for quite a while, finally confirming that she was still alive.
When she just slid down from the hillside, she truly thought, just like when she fell from a cliff, that she was going to die. So, she desperately shouted his name in her heart: Leader, Leader —
