(The content may be a bit gloomy. The snow in Beijing is crushing my bones.)
A heavy snow drifted across the Exile Road, over the heads of the tribe, over the mother's body, and stopped on the shoulders of fourteen-year-old Shen Huaixi.
Four years of snow on the border had crushed her to the bone.
At the age of eighteen, she followed the fine snow from the border back to the capital.
Life. Life. Life.
Stay alive. Stay alive. Stay alive.
