"What oxygen or lack of oxygen?" Although Meng Che did not quite understand her words, he did not continue to blow away the match. He knew that Ah Guo would extinguish it. Helplessly, he took out his machete and began digging into the snow.
After a while, both of his hands were frozen stiff and numb. "My hands are too cold to feel anything."
Meng Che handed the scabbard to it and said, "Use this."
The two people had been trying to dig the snow in front of them. As time went by, they lost more and more confidence. Their movements were not as fast as they began.
"Would the snow fall all be piled up in this hole? If that's the case, if the two of us dig this way, we might not be able to dig it open in the next life." Meng Che was a little discouraged.
"How could that be? I've always had
