Icefield and Thunder, system binding, single female protagonist
The wind in Luzhou, Beiju, can blow off human bones.
Lei Wan huddled in an ice crack that was half a person wide. The tattered cotton-padded jacket he picked up had been soaked hard by the cold wind. The cotton wool came out of the cracked crack and swirled in the wind. He hugged his knees tighter, but his teeth still chattered uncontrollably—not because of the cold, at least not entirely. In this wasteland where even the air could freeze into ice, he hadn't eaten anything seriously for three days. His stomach was so empty that his limbs felt numb.
He is not from this place. Three days ago, he was still working on a project report in front of the computer screen in a rental house. When the coffee cup bottomed out, he raised his hand to rub his sore eyes. Then he opened his eyes again and plunged into this vast white ice field. His mobile phone, wallet, and even the T-shirt with the company's logo on it didn't come with him. Only this tattered cotton jacket wrapped him around, lingering in the ice and snow.
"Damn, time travel doesn't follow the script..." Lei Wan cursed lowly, and the white air he exhaled hit the ice wall in front of him, instantly condensing into a thin layer of frost. He tried to move his frozen toes, but the excruciating pain made him take a breath - if he couldn't find anything to eat, he would freeze into an ice sculpture without waiting for wild animals to bite him.
Suddenly there was a howl of wolves in the distance, not just a single wolf, but a group. Lei Wan's heart suddenly sank, and he quickly shrank deeper into the ice crevice, leaving only a pair of eyes staring outside warily. In the past three days, he had seen those snow wolves. They were stronger than the buffaloes he had seen in the zoo before. Their gray-black fur
Low-dimensional prehistoric, novice writing