Even in a Hardcore Alternate World, We Still Have to Work Hard to Survive.

I huddled behind a dead tree next to the village. The biting cold wind swept the broken leaves across my eyebrows. The bare branches rustled like countless cold hands rubbing my ears. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably. He could only hold his childhood sweetheart Li Anya in his arms and cover his mouth tightly, not even daring to breathe loudly. In the direction of the village entrance, orange-red firelight was licking the thatched roof of the village house. Women's cries and children's screams were mixed with men's groans, penetrating the gaps in the woods and hitting them. Every sound was like a red-hot iron needle, piercing people's hearts. The fallen leaves rustled under my feet, and I clung to the tree trunk.