The cold wind roared like a demon's roar, sweeping across this once prosperous land. The world seems to be frozen in the endless winter, and all life is desperately fighting against the cold.
Lin Yu walked alone in this frozen ruins, wrapped in a thick torn cotton jacket, but the biting cold was still pervasive. There was a hint of perseverance in his eyes, but he could not hide the fear and confusion in his heart.
The former city now only remains in ruins, covered in thick ice and snow. The vehicles on the street had long been frozen into ice sculptures, the glass of the buildings was shattered, and the cold wind was blowing through them.
Lin Yu's footsteps left deep marks on the snow, and every step seemed extremely difficult. He didn't know how long he could hold on, or whether there was any hope of survival in this extremely cold world.
Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped up snowflakes all over the sky, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. Lin Yu covered his face with his hands and moved forward with difficulty.
In the strong wind, he seemed to hear a faint cry for help. Lin Yu was shocked. Are there other survivors? He endured the cold and exhaustion and walked in the direction of the sound...
