The north wind was like a knife tempered with ice, and it hurt my face. Xie Dong wrapped up the military coat he had picked up tightly. The fluffy collar had long been frozen to the bone, and it rubbed against his chin. He looked up at the gray sky. The lead-colored clouds were so low that they looked like they were about to fall down. The ice fields in the distance glowed a dead white in this light, and not even the shadow of a flying bird could be seen.
"Ahem -" Lin Wan coughed from behind, with a bit of suppressed hoarseness. Dong Xie paused and did not look back. He just lifted the backpack on his back. The backpack contains compressed biscuits, water purification tablets, and the pocket watch that is always warm - a destiny deduction simulator. The temperature of this thing has not dropped since the cult night attack at the observatory. It seems to be carrying a small heart, and it will occasionally vibrate slightly to remind him of the direction of the next target.
