On the boundless ice plains, a frail, petite figure trudged alone.
The girl's bare feet were exposed to the biting cold wind, making her steps extraordinarily slow and difficult.
The surface of the ice plains was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, reflecting a bloody glow from the sky.
With each step on the icy surface, her feet turned red and blue with cold, causing her entire body to shiver.
Snowflakes occasionally fell on her eyelashes, forming tiny ice beads, but she endured and kept moving forward.
"Huff…"
Puffs of white mist gently dispersed in the cold air.
Wen Xin looked ahead with a dazed expression.
In the distance, the ice plains seemed to merge with the sky, forming a vast, endless dark bloody hue.
A sense of loneliness, as if she was the only person left in the world, emerged spontaneously.
She didn't even know where she ultimately wanted to go.
