The biting cold wind of the twelfth lunar month pushed in through the cracks in the door of the central courtyard of the courtyard in Hongxing Hutong, making the old wooden windows rattle.
The cold touch suddenly pierced the freezing feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow, causing He Yuzhu to suddenly wake up from the nightmare of endless darkness.
He sat upright suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and his forehead was instantly covered with dense cold sweat. The biting cold seemed to still remain in his limbs, and even his nose was still filled with the smell of the cold winter, dead leaves in the bridge holes, putrid wind and snow, and the fishy smell of wild dogs tearing flesh and blood!
The bridge hole was frozen to death!
The bones are exposed!
Wild dogs share food!
Mark it [vomit]