Whoosh—
Whoosh—
The wild wind howled, a vast expanse of snowy white.
Silence.
A silence like death!
After a rumble, everything seemed to enter an eternal night, without a single sound.
It felt like the ears were blocked by snow, unable to hear anything.
But actually.
The world had quieted down, even the sound of breathing disappeared.
Thump thump!
Thump thump!
Lan Zhengqing's heartbeat was extremely fast, as if it would leap out of his throat.
Even Qiu Xi could hear it clearly.
One breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
...
A full hundred breaths!
Lan Zhengqing remained motionless, holding his stance, neither pulling back his fist nor stepping out to take a look.
Snowflakes fell on him, almost burying him.
Yet he still didn't move a muscle, as if waiting for something.
Actually.
Lan Zhengqing himself didn't know what he was waiting for, but he did have some expectations, hoping to hear a thud or a shocking scream.
