The biting cold wind swept past, lifting the remnants of snow from the ground and layering them upon Hua Cuo's red garment, accumulating more and more until he was nearly buried.
Yet it was at this moment someone came by, noticing half of a pale face exposed in the snow, and let out a sound of surprise and suspicion, "Is that him?"
The person approached and checked Hua Cuo's breathing, unexpectedly discovering a faint trace of breath, and hurriedly pulled him out of the snow.
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"To send you a thousand miles is to part eventually," Chu Yu murmured by the turbulent riverside.
The current was swift here, occasionally sweeping away ice and snow from the banks into the river, where it floated for a while before dissipating like foam.
