Thick white snow, like a massive woolen blanket, covered everything between heaven and earth. As far as the eye could see, everything was shrouded in a white haze, shimmering with cold, silver light. The biting cold wind, mixed with swirling snowflakes, occasionally blinded people. Such ghostly weather had driven all pedestrians from the roads, and no birds or beasts could be seen.
In the bitterly cold northern land, one word embodies the sensation: cold. Even the sun seems to fear the cold, emitting only a dim red light, unable to radiate any warmth, making people's breath turn into puffs of white smoke; even a sneeze would freeze into a mist of ice.
Cai Wei was lying in a luxurious horse carriage, covered with a thick cotton quilt, sound asleep.
