If there were only two hours left in your life, what would you do?
This was the question Qing Chen faced at the beginning of his journey, and now he faced it again.
Only this time, fate might not have granted him two hours.
The wolves had already infiltrated the forest behind him like raindrops. Qing Chen was fast, but the wolves were not slow.
Qing Chen had never run through knee-deep snow before. This unfamiliar environment prevented him from reaching his top speed.
But the wolves were different; they seemed to understand the harsh weather better and were born for it.
The young man felt his energy rapidly depleting; it was only a matter of time before the wolves caught up.
He could hear the wolves' footsteps on the snow, their panting, and his own heartbeat pounding like drums.
All this noise, however, made the snowy forest seem unusually silent and empty.
But Qing Chen wasn't afraid.
