The cold wind, carrying needle-like ice ballast, beats this exposed ridge endlessly. The temperature had already dropped below minus 30 degrees, and every breath was stinging like a knife, and the air in the chest seemed to be frozen into ice. Chen Mo huddled in a snow puddle that was barely dug out, like a piece of ice frozen together with the rock. Thick long eyelashes are covered with thick white frost, which becomes heavier every time you blink.
