The wind grew fiercer, and the snow fell heavier.
Yuwei glanced at the time—it was already 2:30 in the morning.
Violetta pressed forward relentlessly, showing no intention of stopping.
The girls were struggling to keep up.
They hadn't even had dinner and had been walking since morning without a break.
This was consuming energy several times more than usual exertion.
Crash!
Fu Xiaoyu suddenly collapsed; she had mild hypoglycemia.
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?" Wu Zixuan and Meng Meixuan struggled to lift her up.
"I feel dizzy. Maybe my blood sugar is low," she managed to say weakly.
Violetta came over. After understanding the situation, she retrieved a small tin of sugar-oil paste from her backpack.
This was a staple survival food often carried by locals for emergencies.
A small tin could sustain someone for a week without dying.
"Here, eat some of this."
"Thank you!"
Yuwei took it and helped Fu Xiaoyu eat it, then pulled out some chocolate and energy bars.
