"Brother Shi, have a cup of hot ginger tea."

"Sister Wan, a hand warmer."

"Sister Wan, the masseuse will be here soon, please wait a little longer!"

"Sister Ye, drink some water!"

Shi Shan's assistant, agent, medical staff, and all the odd jobs were running around in the huge venue. The entire crew was as busy as a frying pan tossing beans back and forth.

Taking advantage of the favorable wind, snow, and beautiful river, Xu Hanwen took photos for over an hour, enjoying himself immensely.

Wrapped in a blanket, Shang Yechu mechanically sipped the hot ginger tea that someone had given her. The ginger tea was hot and spicy, but Shang Yechu was completely oblivious. The snow was so cold and heavy that it seemed to have frozen even her sense of taste.

Aunt Cai used her rough hands to rub and massage Shang Yechu's knees and calves, tapping them as she rubbed: "Girl, how is it?"

"Much better." Shang Yechu smiled gratefully. Actually, the calluses on Aunt Cai's hands were so bad that they were almost peeling off, and it hurt a little.

Shang Yechu had already changed into dry clothes. The air conditioning in the RV was turned up to the maximum, making it hot and stuffy, which made people feel irritated.

Xu Hanwen was still filming non-stop by the river. To be precise, the entire crew used every camera they could to capture this rare and precious heavy snowfall.

"How is Shishan?" Shang Yechu asked Xiao Wang.

"It should be alright, right?" Xiao Wang said with a bitter face. "I leaned over there and listened, and I could hear Teacher Shi's voice coming from inside the car."

What did he say?

"It's like they're telling Sister Wan and Brother Zhang to shut up."

Aunt Cai's massage was over. Shang Yechu tried moving her legs, and felt a slight numbness in her knees, like many tiny thorns pricking her.

Shang Yechu knelt in the snow for more than forty minutes. Although he had taken protective measures for his knees, he was still struggling against the thin wind and thick snow along the Rujiang River.

If kneeling for forty minutes is enough to cause this, then what about Shi Shan?

Shang Yechu closed her eyes tightly for a moment.

Shi Shan did not use a stunt double.

The moment the white cloth was lifted, Shang Yechu clearly saw Shi Shan's face.

His entire face was a pale blue, except for his lips, which had turned an eerie bluish-purple from being frozen for so long. He looked like a real corpse.

Because Li Ruhui was recuperating in the hospital during this part of the story and hadn't had time to shave, Shi Shan also went several days without shaving. A layer of small ice crystals formed on his bluish stubble.

Shi Shan's eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with a layer of white frost, and his hair was also covered with ice crystals.

Snow fell on Shi Shan, seeping into his soaked clothes and seeping into his neck and eye sockets. Quietly, it melted into tiny water droplets.

The wind along the Ru River was biting cold; the strong winter wind blew, making Shang Yechu shiver.

The moment she saw Shi Shan in this state, without any preparation, a surge of intense emotion broke through the invisible barriers in Shang Ye Chu's mind and crashed into her heart!

Kneeling, stroking, undressing—all in one fluid motion. Shang Yechu could no longer distinguish whether those actions were made by herself or by Li Yiming's soul briefly residing in her body.

Shang Yechu did not cry. It was as if all her tears had been drained away, turning into the endless, surging waters of the Ru River.

When Shang Yechu pulled Shi Shan's head into her arms, she didn't feel the cold. Because Li Yiming's heart was a million times colder than hers.

Li Yiming's soul was hoarsely screaming.

As a traveler drifted on the sea, a lighthouse guided him. Upon finding the lighthouse, the traveler discovered the lamp oil was running low. So the traveler threw himself into the fire to continue the lighthouse's flame…

Shang Yechu had considered three ways to perform this scene, but when the moment actually arrived, she realized the immense power of genuine emotion flowing forth. An actor's affectation in the face of it was like a paper wall trying to block a mountain of mudslides.