Jia Shu and He Aiguo gazed down the cliff with despair.
They and the forestry workers had divided into several teams, each responsible for a section, marking the path along the way, everyone accountable for their own section.
This way, it saves a lot of energy.
Three days and two nights had passed, yet they couldn't find any trace.
The heavy snow and fierce wind naturally covered up all traces.
Jia Shu pulled her scarf tighter.
Now, the wind was light, but the sky was overcast. The forestry station's director, Guo Dongjun, had just come personally to remind them.
If they noticed any change in the weather, they must evacuate immediately.
They couldn't risk losing more for less.
Risking more people's safety.
Jia Shu didn't want to give up.
But many people knew, counting the day they left, it had already been three days.
If something happened, there were many possibilities.
