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(It's so frustrating, tears couldn't stop falling as I wrote this part.)
The blood on the deer carcass had all frozen, hard and unyielding in the mouth, making it neither vomitable nor chewable. It tasted both like blood and snow, with various bizarre flavors that all rushed into Su Ziceng's brain in an instant.
Her stomach churned fiercely as if trying to throw up all the snow water she had previously drunk.
Vomiting takes strength, "hold it in," was the only thought in Su Ziceng's mind. She took several deep breaths before managing to suppress the nausea.
With renewed determination, Su Ziceng forced herself to gulp down a few chunks of deer meat. As warmth returned to her body, so did her confidence. She had to survive. The thought of survival made her limbs agile once more.
