Now that they've come this far, they're compelled to keep going. Liu Guang can't die; they can't die either, so she must find a way, right?
Tang Yuxin pulled her hat a little lower and ventured out. The snowflakes dusting her periodically colored her visible hair silver-white.
They left a series of footprints behind. In the snow-covered wilderness, these marks were their lone guide. She just hoped the snowfall might lessen, letting them see their own tracks, else they risked getting lost.
Tang Yuxin inserted a branch into the snow and tucked an armful of roots into her coat. Every now and then, she would plant a root into the ground.
If they lost their footprints, these branches would still lead the way, right?
With heavy steps and a slow pace, she moved ahead amidst bare trees and snowfall. The sky fell into a monotonous blend of silver and grey.