The air was filled with the sound of whistling wind, the laughter of the people, and the excited cries of those skiing. Before Lin Fan’s eyes, steaming hotpot stoves were set up everywhere, with civilians zooming past on skis and tourists marveling at the snowy landscape.
Seeing a family of three chatting and laughing over a hotpot, Lin Fan paused, rubbing his eyes. He remembered his previous life, when the Winter came and Daxia was reduced to a desolate wasteland.
Tens of millions of citizens had turned into ice statues in an instant. Day after day, people would silently vanish. Some starved to death, some froze, and some huddled in their homes, shivering until they could no longer withstand the cold and hunger.
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