"In front of my house, there was a chicken farm with several big dogs. When I returned home late as a child, I would deliberately make some noise to get the dogs barking, and it gave me a sense of security."
Seeing the direction Su Huan pointed, Yu Yue's mood gradually sank.
By the roadside, there were only a few dozen birch trees frozen to death, the rest connected to the farmlands at the horizon, all covered in heavy snow, rendering everything vast and blank.
No buildings, no villages, and certainly no traces of people.
Even with preparations made for winter, most people had no resistance against the sudden catastrophe of Extreme Cold.
"Su Huan..."
Yu Yue looked at Su Huan with concern.
Su Huan shook his head lightly. A year and a half had passed since the apocalypse broke out, and he was more aware than anyone else of how low the survival rate was for two ordinary middle-aged people in the Extreme Cold.
