However, if the snow becomes compacted over time, there won't be any oxygen coming in, and if the two of them are not frozen to death here, they will suffocate.
After moving his body a bit, Song Xiaodong found a direction to shift in, forcibly creating a small snow pocket, giving the two of them more room to move, and allowing more air to come in.
If he were to push in every direction, the surrounding snow would become compacted, letting less oxygen in.
The more extreme the situation, the calmer Song Xiaodong became, able to think and solve problems rationally.
At this time, Chu Xianling moved slightly and then opened her eyes, but without perception ability, she wasn't aware of the current situation.
"Xiaodong, are we... dead?"
Song Xiaodong said, "No, we're still alive, but we've been buried by the snow."
