The night is murky.
The wind is biting cold, and snow is swirling in torrents.
The highway is covered in grimy snow, like a layer of cold, slick jelly, thoroughly slippery.
The soles of Chen Shouyi's shoes had long worn out, leaving only the shoe tops strapped to his feet.
His bare feet stepped on the icy ground, yet he felt no chill whatsoever; steam rose from his entire body, his skin flushed red, radiating a scorching heat.
From time to time, steam trucks sped past on the road, making a whistling noise.
At that moment, he suddenly slipped, tried to regain his balance, but his feet were already numb and unresponsive. Stumbling, his high-speed forward momentum carried him seven or eight meters away, crashing heavily into the icy dirty snow, sliding continuously for dozens of meters.
