"elder brother,"
"Um."
“You’re right.” Li Xiao suddenly smiled, but Cheng Shaolin couldn’t see it because she was wearing a helmet.
But you could hear the happiness in his tone, and Cheng Shaolin's lips curled up.
The people and things I care about are all under my secure control right now.
The pristine white world unfolds plainly, without concealment or ignoring; it is simply straightforward.
Gliding on the snow that was higher than my calves, all I felt was cold.
Before, there was some noise when I came, although it wasn't pleasant. But at least there was some sound. Now, all I hear is the sound of skis scraping the snow and the wind.
Too much quiet isn't good either; it always feels like something is lurking somewhere.
Empty streets, towering buildings—this is the post-apocalyptic city.
It buried all the filth, concealed all the horror. Everything can disappear, given enough time.
As Li Xiao's mind wandered, her heart grew calmer and calmer.
They wandered around the city for half a day, in a ghost town, letting themselves roam freely.
I found a place to rest, and looking at the snow-covered, deserted city outside the window, my heart was unusually calm.
"Damn, I still want to eat hot pot."
"Mmm, this feels so good."
Everyone was covered in sweat, their lips were red, but they didn't stop at all, their hands still reaching into the bubbling hot pot in front of them.
The rising steam from the hot pot obscured the eyes of the people surrounding the four seats.
In the midst of the swirling snow and the desolate, lifeless city, only this corner held the signs of life.
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