Jiang Feipeng smiled and raised his phone, then widened his eyes and lowered the phone in shock.
Because in the phone lens, there was a vast expanse of white ahead, with no human figure in sight.
Yet, when he put down the phone, the three little ones were clearly right in front of him.
"Is the phone broken?" He raised the phone again in doubt.
This time, he looked carefully; still, there was nobody on the screen, yet the sled moved on the ice without anyone riding it, and the laughter of the children still echoed in his ears, making everything seem so eerie.
Jiang Feipeng, who was initially a bit sweaty, felt his hands and feet turning cold, a chill swept over him, freezing his soul in place as if the cold wind had entrapped him.
Those anomalies he had previously ignored began to surface in his mind one by one.
When he spoke, the cold formed white mists before him, yet those three children chattered away without a hint of mist.
