Faaihi's last memory was the hum of the cold storage. The cold air of minus 18 degrees penetrated the work clothes. She was checking the size of the titanium alloy cremation coffin on the storage slip. When her fingertips ran across the bold words "220cm long x 80cm wide", the refrigeration pipe above her head suddenly made a harsh bursting sound. The white mist instantly swallowed up her vision, and she fell into the boundless sea of ice with a sense of weightlessness. When she opened her eyes again, her nose was filled with hot and humid wind with an earthy smell.
"Cough, cough..." She choked and pushed herself up, pressing her palms on the rough loess.
