Zhang Song raised his head with difficulty and looked at Mu Xinyi with his bloodshot eyes. He saw Mu Xinyi's anxious and anxious expression. He smiled bitterly and did not say anything, nor did he refuse Mu Xinyi's kindness. So he left with Zhang Jun and the others with the help of Mu Xinyi.
The night brought along the sunset glow and outlined the snow all over the ground. The temperature had already reached negative, and the cold air, under the howling wind, violently hit the faces of the people by the river bank. Perhaps because the wind was too strong or they were too weak, the wind roared and blew the people dizzy, and they couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably. They were announcing that they were really cold in limb language.
Even Zuo Qiang, whose face was extremely distorted, co
