Then I lay on the cold snow, holding this cold thing tightly in my hand.
One thought, cold and clear: cannot be discovered.
Whether it was her or this neem-colored tentacle.
This thought did not come from rational analysis, but from the most primitive fear aroused deep in the bone marrow by those invisible gazes.
Nan Song took a deep breath of cold air and forced his stiff fingers to move.
She glanced around quickly. The silent, pale little houses were still dead silent, and the dark window holes seemed even deeper.
The feeling of being watched did not diminish at all, but became more solid because of her movements.
She no longer hesitated.
With his numb hands, he roughly rolled up the incredibly soft tentacle into a ball.
It bounced slightly in her hand, and a faint halo of light passed across the purple surface, then dimmed.
She opened the backpack beside her, which was also covered with frost - an ordinary-style but surprisingly tough canvas bag, empty inside except for a few equally cold miscellaneous items.
She pushed it in hard, and the soft, neem-flower-colored object disappeared into the depths of the rough canvas.
The sound of the zipper closing was extremely harsh in the dead silence.
The moment the backpack zipped shut, Nansong's heart skipped a beat. She felt the air around her freeze for a moment. Those omnipresent, cold, prying eyes seemed... to focus.
The focus is on her backpack that has just been closed.
A pale world, a dead silent snow village, and countless silent, empty window holes.
In the backpack was a neem-colored tentacle that didn't belong here, with a faint pulse of life.
And she, an intruder who didn't fit in, was alone and exposed to countless inhuman gazes.
The snow was still falling silently, covering this forgotten land and the secret seeds she had just planted that could trigger an unknown storm.
Where to go next?
Every direction leads to more pale, silent huts covered with "eyes".
But she has never been one to complain.
Gritting her teeth, Nan Song supported herself with her red, frozen hands, and the accumulated snow fell through her hair.
My knee still hurts a little, maybe because I hit it on a rock when I fell just now.
But the instinct to survive overwhelmed the pain, and she had to figure out where she was.
Just as he staggered a few steps, a reflection suddenly caught his eye.
Nan Song was stunned. In front of her was a mirror-like ice surface, so clear that it could reflect her complete reflection.
The person in the mirror looks both familiar and strange.
The face was still the same, but the originally beautiful long indigo hair had become a little dry, and there were tiny ice crystals on the ends of the hair.
But what shocked her most were the layers of dark grey fabric covering her body – some of it looked like faded linen, others were embroidered with gaudy peony patterns, and several layers were clearly the fur of some animal.
These clothes were obviously not hers, but they were wrapped tightly around her body, as if she had been wearing them for a long time.
"What on earth is this..."
Nan Song slowly stroked the strange button on the collar, feeling the rough touch at his fingertips.
She had never seen these clothes in such a style before. They looked neither like modern clothes nor like the ancient costumes in movies and TV dramas.
Certain details reminded her of the exhibits of frontier ethnic minorities she had seen in museums, but those intricate embroidery patterns were mixed with geometric shapes that should not be there - they were exactly the lines flowing under Song Wudeng's skin.
"Where did Song Wudeng take me?"
She looked around again. Apart from the small, strange houses, the white snowfield stretched as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the outline of mountains could be vaguely seen, and the sky was a sickly leaden gray.
There was no sun, no roads, not even a trace of birds flying. This absolute silence was more eerie than the cold itself.
In her shock, Nansong didn't notice the raised snow pile under her feet. By the time she realized it, it was too late to dodge and she fell forward.
"ah!"
With a scream still choking in her throat, she fell heavily into the snowdrift.
The moment the snow poured into her collar, the biting cold almost suffocated her.
"Are you okay?" a familiar voice came from above.
Nan Song struggled to turn over, and the snow fell before her eyes.
"It's Bai Di!" Nan Song recognized his voice instantly.
Bai Di seemed to have finally connected to the Bluetooth and hurried to help her turn over.
Nan Song took a deep breath before looking at the person standing in front of him.
At this moment, Bai Di was also wearing layers of strange clothes, but the colors were brighter and the collar was decorated with a string of animal teeth.
"Bai...Bai Di?" Nan Song's voice was distorted by shock. "Why are you here? These clothes are..."
Bai Di did not answer immediately.
The other person lowered his eyelids slightly, and his iconic almond-shaped eyes glowed with an unnatural cold light under the light of the snow.
His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, as if what was flowing beneath his skin was not blood, but something thinner and colder.
Nan Song could even vaguely see the light blue blood vessels at his temples, spreading like tiny ice cracks.
His expression was frozen in a subtle distortion—his brows were slightly furrowed, the corners of his lips were pressed down. It was not anger, nor fear, but an indifference bordering on boredom.
Nan Song was familiar with Bai Di's every expression. He was a person who was indifferent to many things.
He rarely expresses an overt dislike for something.
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