This dream was more vivid than the previous two. It felt as if she were physically immersed in a world of ice and snow, shivering from a bone-chilling, piercing cold.
Looking around, everything was blanketed in white. The world seemed to have regressed to an ice age; branches in the forest were buried deep under layer upon layer of frozen snow. It had been snowing for days and nights on end, and each layer had frozen as hard as stone, making it impossible to walk.
The people of Dali Village had exhausted their stored grain but were unable to break through the frozen crust to forage. With no other choice, they slaughtered their livestock. But the livestock eventually ran out, while the heavy snow seemed endless, as if it would never stop. News of people starving or freezing to death spread from household to household. Panic swept through the village, yet no one could escape the grim hand of fate.
Chapter 110