In the latter half of the night, the sky suddenly began to snow heavily with large, fluffy flakes, making it hard to even see the road.
It was the first time Ruan Mian had seen such heavy snow, and within no more than a cup of tea's time, the entire world was covered in a layer of white.
The temperature dropped sharply, as if the good weather of the previous days was just the calm before the storm.
Everyone was shivering with cold, trying their best to wrap themselves up tightly.
The heavy snow was mixed with a bone-chilling wind, cutting across their faces like knives.
They barely managed to hold on until the following morning, when they cooked some hot porridge and quickened their pace towards Hui City.
Once they reached the post station, they could warm up significantly, and possibly even receive some thicker supplies.
With this motivation, none dared to slack off, even trekking through the snow.
