The next day, heaven finally opened its eyes—the howling blizzard that had raged for nearly two weeks finally came to an end.
Lin Junfu stepped outside and could hardly believe what he was seeing.
"It stopped! It really fucking stopped!"
Excited, thrilled—more than anything, it felt like a long‑stifled breath finally venting out of his chest.
Old Zhao came out behind him, face unreadable, murmuring quietly, "Stopped is good, stopped is good…"
Yes. As long as the snow stopped, it was good. Compared to the excitement back at the camp, the members of the Survivor Squad at the convoy's campsite were tense and busy.
Ever since Wang Qiang and Luo Baochun noticed the snowfall weakening last night, no one had really gotten any sleep.
By the time dawn came, that initial burst of excitement was already gone.
Following Hu Xiaodong's experience, Luo Baochun continued inspecting and servicing the vehicles.
