Chen Zhou and the others all thought that the heavy snow would soon end, but no one anticipated that this was just the beginning.
The continuous snowstorms came one after another, and the snow shed has been buried since it was blocked and never surfaced again.
Standing at the cave entrance every day, the only thing you can hear is the howling wind, and the cold air seeping in from outside grows more piercing.
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During the day, the inside of the cave remains pitch dark, with only an oil lamp lit on the dining table by the stove.
The furs hanging on the other side of the cave wall and the omnipresent stench throughout the cave make everyone feel as if they've returned to ancient times, the most primitive era.
The exhaustion on Chen Zhou hadn't diminished yet; recently he's been very sleepy, sitting on the bench watching the cave entrance, dozing off as he stares.
At this moment, he props his face with his arm, close to the oil lamp, his gaze somewhat dazed.
