The weather was very cold, three degrees below zero.
Liang Zhiqiong was pushed down into a puddle, and at the moment she landed, the water splashed up, icy water poured in from her collar, making her shiver even though she thought she'd lost all sensation.
However, she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
She gasped for breath, feeling the warmth and strength in her body gradually draining away. This made her feel very unwell, but she had already lost any capacity for extra thought.
Struggling, numb.
The breath she exhaled turned into white vapor, and in her blurred vision, she saw the white vapor rise and dissipate.
The sky hadn't lit up yet; only the lights along the road were visible.
She saw a pair of army boots step into her line of sight, but she couldn't tell who it was.
It could be anyone.
As long as it wasn't Yi Hui or Chen Yu.
Thinking this, she finally lost all consciousness.
*
Peng Yuqiu bent over and picked up Liang Zhiqiong.
