After walking for a while longer, looking at the increasingly heavy snow outside, Shen Xingmian couldn't help but sigh inwardly, Murphy's Law really did not lie to me.

As soon as the possibility of something bad happening came to mind, that bad thing, unsurprisingly, happened.

How can it be that thinking good things is wishful thinking, while thinking bad things is a self-fulfilling prophecy? Is there no justice left?

Shen Xingmian scratched her head in slight frustration. With such heavy snow, sleeping in a tent was definitely not an option. If no one was left to clear the snow from the top in the middle of the night, the tent roof would probably collapse.

Moreover, although tents are not airtight, they are still not as good as walls, and coolness can still seep in.

Eventually, a person will fall asleep there, with the side of their body closest to the fire warm, while the side closest to the tent wall will be cold.

With half of it cold and the other half warm, I'm sure I'll catch a cold.

Even though it's okay to catch a cold with her around, sleeping in such a mix of hot and cold isn't comfortable.

The swirling snow made it get darker even faster. They needed to get to the nearest town, or if that wasn't possible, a village would do.

But thinking about the villages here, the houses are all thatched huts, and there are very few tiled houses. They don't even have kang beds (heated brick beds), so they don't seem much better than tents...

Oh, and she also has a sleeping bag!

If you crawl into a sleeping bag and there's a stove, you shouldn't get too cold, since it's only the beginning of winter and the coldest days of winter haven't even arrived yet.

Besides, it's not that it's not cold when it's snowing, but when the snow melts.

Yes, there's no need to worry too much.

Back when my grandfather led troops into battle, those thin tents were enough to make do with sleeping, so this is sufficient for her. If necessary, she can just get a few more stoves.

By the way, in this kind of blizzard, sitting by the stove roasting sweet potatoes while enjoying the snow would be a really nice thing.

I wonder if those of you who are in a hurry to get somewhere are in the mood for this.

Seemingly sensing her anxiety, Shen Zhiheng came to her side, patted her head to comfort her, and said:

"Don't worry, my dear. When we first set off, Grandpa knew that it would be difficult for us to arrive before the snow."

But what does it matter? Accepting everything that happens is also a form of mental training, isn't it?

Upon hearing this, Shen Xingmian paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

That's true. Most people in this world rarely have the experience of their dreams coming true; things often don't go as planned.

If someone can only feel unable to accept something after it has already happened, and is filled with regret and self-blame, then that person is unlikely to achieve much.

All their energy was spent on internal conflicts, so how could they possibly care about anything else?

"Besides, with your RV, we're already traveling much faster. If we still can't catch up and are stopped by this heavy snow, then maybe there's some crisis in the North, and God is preventing us from venturing into danger."

Shen Zhiheng said with a smile.

"Grandpa's attitude is so good. I feel ashamed of myself. It seems that I still have a lot to learn from Grandpa."

Shen Xingmian was no longer worried and replied with a smile.

The grandfather and grandson leaned against the window, looking at the heavy snow outside, and smiled together with their eyes narrowed. As long as their family was by their side, nothing could defeat them.

They could laugh, but Shen Yunqi, who was driving, couldn't laugh at all; he could barely see the road anymore!

It was really difficult to only be able to see the direction of the road ahead through the gaps in the wind and snow, and then estimate how far to drive forward.

Hearing the laughter coming from behind me, I felt utterly miserable.

The road they were traveling on was a fairly wide official road, but such official roads were not common in Linyue, and became increasingly rare as they went further north.

Once we get past this stretch of road, things will probably get even more difficult.

If it weren't for the weeds and trees on both sides, and the snow being even thicker, it would be impossible to see where the road was.

Shen Xingmian kept looking out the car window. The snow was so white that she couldn't even tell where she could pitch a tent. She could only ask her grandfather, who was sitting next to her.

"Grandpa, it might not be safe to keep going. Why don't we find a place to put the tent down and stop for now? We can continue when the snow stops."

Shen Yunqi heard this too, and he quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, Mianmian is right, this car really can't be driven anymore."

The dirt road was already bumpy, and with the snow, it became even more unstable. He was worried that if he came across a slope, he might tip over and fall into a ditch.

The others wiped the frost off the car windows, trying to see through the thick snow to find a suitable place to stay for the night.

The area seemed to be all trees and withered grass; there wasn't a single flat, open area to be found.

"Uncle, just focus on driving. We'll call you when we find the place." Only after giving this instruction did Shen Xingmian feel relieved.

In this kind of weather, it's very dangerous for a driver to try to do two things at once.

Fortunately, they were the only car on the road, so there was no need to worry about a collision; the only concern was that they didn't overturn into the ditch.

After driving for a while longer, they finally found a place that was barely suitable for setting up camp, although there were still some weeds nearby that needed to be cleared away.

The RV slowly came to a stop. A group of people put on oversized down jackets, hats, scarves, and gloves, and took the axes and sickles that Shen Xingmian had given them. They got out of the vehicle and headed to the chosen location.

Shen Xingmian lagged behind, put the RV away, and then hurried to catch up with her family ahead.

In this desolate wilderness, with snow falling heavily, as I was at the very back, I felt a chill run down my spine for some reason.

Is it because ghosts always grab people from behind?

Haha, she found the reason funny, but the uneasy feeling in her heart seemed to intensify.

Just then, she saw the shortest figure in front of her stop, turn around and look at her, waiting quietly.

Shen Xingmian felt a sense of relief, thinking to herself that Daodao was a really good person to get along with.

At the same time, she felt strange. She had killed people before, so she shouldn't be afraid of ghosts and wouldn't even think about them normally.

But once I think about it, that strange sense of dread lingers for a long time.

It was as eerie as a ghost.

Ugh, I can't think about it anymore. I should just look at the pretty kid in front of me.

He was wrapped up very tightly, with only his eyes showing. At that moment, his eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, and with his breath, they were already frosted.

But this only made her look like a snowman, so beautiful and dreamlike that she seemed impossible to appear in the human world.

Seeing him waiting for her quietly, Shen Xingmian longed to rush up, hug him, and kiss him, but she knew that such behavior was absolutely forbidden in ancient times.

So I had to give up on that idea and just enjoy watching it.

The sound of chopping wood came from not far away. Shen Xingmian walked to Xiao Yanyue's side, took his hand, and walked together toward their family.