"Cough cough."
The cold air made Bi Fang cough uncontrollably. When he raised his head to look at the chat room again, he suddenly found that the previously bustling space full of barrage comments had become refreshingly clear, just like a pine tree shaking off its snow.
Strange, why has everyone suddenly stopped talking?
After a long while.
[Holy shit, Old Fang is alive!]
[Damn, I just prayed for Master Fang's safety by sacrificing my roommate's chance at love for a lifetime, and now my roommate's doomed to be single forever.]
[Roommate: ?]
[Roommate: Thanks a lot, dickhead.]
[Awesome, he survived an avalanche! Who else could do that!]
[Crap, I was yelling so loud, my mom asked why I'm not asleep yet.]
[Badass, bro, you're supremely badass!]
"They survived! They survived! They're okay, oh God, they're okay!"
Inside the Arctic Circle, Elvan hugged Lenin's shoulders tightly and jumped around with joy.