Woo! Woo! Woo!

The strong wind howled like ghosts and wolves, and it never stopped.

Heavy snow fell, and everything was frozen.

The temperature reached minus 65 degrees Celsius.

Mu Ning hugged the child tightly, protecting him in his arms. But even though he wrapped himself in clothes and covered himself with a blanket, he still felt the cold invading from all directions.

My limbs were shaking from the cold, my ears were red and cold, itchy and painful, as if they were going to freeze off.

"Mom, I'm cold..."

The child in her arms cried out for cold. She looked at the child whose face turned pale from the cold, whose whole body was shivering and curled up into a ball.

Her heart ached.

As a native of Yuanhai City, she has not evolved the anti-freeze physique that ordinary people living in polar regions have.

She couldn't bear the severe cold at all.

"Mommy, give me a hug."

The breath she exhaled turned into ice chips as soon as it touched the air. She held the child tightly in her arms.

She looked at her empty "home". She had already chopped down the furniture to make a fire over the past two days, so there was nothing to burn today.

There were only her and the child in this room.

She knew very well that they had been "abandoned" and no one wanted to live with them because they were afraid of the trouble and that they would be a burden.

Yes, she had finally escaped from Hai City, but her husband, parents, and parents-in-law were all killed. Now she has no one to rely on.

Two days ago, she was still able to do some simple work in exchange for meager food, but starting from today, her hands were so frozen that she couldn't do anything.

Her hands and feet have been frostbitten, and if no action is taken, they will break and rot.

The deeper despair in her heart was that if this continued, she and her child would freeze to death in this house.

She wanted to cry, but she didn't dare, for fear that her tears would freeze and frostbite her face and damage her eyes.

The end of the world is extremely difficult, and for a single mother like her, it is even more difficult.

"Mom, I'm thirsty..."

The child was only 6 years old and had been hungry for a whole day without a drop of water - without labor, there was no food distribution. Even if he worked, he might not get food. Although there was ice outside, he needed to melt the ice to get water.

If you lick it directly, your tongue will stick to the ice and you won't be able to tear it off.

"Just bear with it, baby."

The child looked at her with his pair of black eyes and said nothing. After experiencing the deaths of his loved ones one by one, the little boy quickly matured and became sensible.

In the past, I was the child pampered by the whole family. There was endless delicious food to eat, and the family had to chase me to feed me every time I ate. But now, even drinking a glass of hot water is a luxury.

He looked at his mother. Her face, ears, and hands were covered with frostbite, and her cheeks were thin.

Such a beautiful, stylish mother now looks emaciated.

He felt very distressed.

His mother told him to endure it, so he endured it.

Even though his stomach was growling with hunger.

For more than a month, he has not had enough to eat every day.

"Hot, so hot, so hot!"

Someone outside was shouting, taking off clothes one by one.

Rolling on the ground, as if enjoying a hot spring, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Soon he was motionless, as if asleep, and a layer of frost formed on his body.

Mu Ning closed her eyes. She knew very well that this person could not stand the cold, and his brain sent out wrong instructions, making him feel hot.

He would take off his clothes piece by piece and eventually freeze to death in the cold wind.

This kind of thing has happened many times, especially tonight.

This gave Mu Ning an illusion that dying like this might be a happy thing, better than living in such hopelessness!

But when he saw the child's pointed little face, he immediately dismissed the idea.

No, she can't die. She can't just sit there and wait to die. Otherwise, how can she have the face to see her relatives in the afterlife?

"Baby, wait for mommy... Mommy's going out for a moment..."

Mu Ning bit his lip.

The lame man upstairs coveted her beauty and hinted to her several times that he would give her some food if she was willing.

The lame man was ugly, uneducated, and extremely rude. As a white-collar worker in the city who once earned 300,000 yuan a month, she would not even look at him.

But the lame man awakened his C-level superpowers and became a member of the team, obtaining a lot of food and coal every day.

Now she doesn't care about so many things. Since she is not afraid of death, why should she be afraid of sleeping with others?

Is it sad? It’s sad.

Is it painful? Yes, it is painful.

But for the sake of my children and myself, I have to endure it even if it means holding my nose.

"If only it were a little warmer..."

She thought with some hope, then gave a wry smile and walked out.

It's just a luxury, but it's just a luxury.

Now, warmth is also a luxury.

She was about to open the door when the child suddenly said, "Mom, I feel so warm."

Mu Ning's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the child couldn't hold on any longer?

She rushed over in two steps and saw the child pulling at the quilt and taking off his clothes.

For a moment, her face turned pale.

"What are you doing?!"

She rushed over and pressed the quilt tightly.

"Don't take it off, do you hear me? Don't take it off!"

The child looked at her in confusion, with a happy smile on his face: "But Mom, I'm so hot. It's really not cold now, it's warm!"

"warm?"

Mu Ning was so heartbroken that he almost fainted. In his nervous state, he did not notice that the room had become warmer.

She tried hard to press the child's quilt, and a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on her body.

Until the sweat becomes more and more and flows down from the forehead.

She was stunned.

He reached out and wiped his sweaty hand across his face.

"sweat?"

Mu Ning was unbelievable.

"Mom, it's so hot."

The child's cheeks were red and his hair was wet with sweat.

He was obviously terribly hot.

She immediately pulled back the quilt, and a wave of heat hit her.

She sweated even more and immediately took off several pieces of clothing.

"What's going on? Is the cold wave over?"

She looked out the window, but there was nothing there. The city was still covered in snow.

"Wait a minute, Mommy's going to get some ice and bring it inside to melt."

In any case, the house became warmer and the biggest survival problem was solved. Mu Ning thanked God in his heart, took a basin and planned to go outside to collect some melted snow to drink.

Tick-tick.

At this moment, she heard the sound of dripping water outside the window.

When I looked over, I found that a red plum blossom had appeared outside at some point.

The red plum blossoms are like fire. This is not a metaphor, but the flowers really release flames. The radiated heat makes the room warm up, reaching twenty-four or twenty-five degrees.

Outside the window, a huge red plum tree stands proudly in the wind and snow, extending its branches into each room to release heat.

The red flowers, like blazing flames, are the warmest place in this severe cold.

Puff!

She knelt down suddenly and expressed her deep gratitude to the red plum tree.

She didn't know where it came from, but it saved them and their child, that was the fact.