"Hey, guys, what's our next move?"
Emma's questioned as she settled atop a moss-covered rock. Her long, straight, dark hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the winter landscape that surrounded them. Despite the biting cold, she exuded a vibrant energy, her youthful face adorned with a trace of vigor. Dressed in layers of thick winter clothes, she sat with legs playfully dangling, posing the question to Wang Xiao and the others, who shared a collective sense of bewilderment.
Although she should have been well into her twenties, there was a timeless quality about Emma. Like others in the village, she seemed untouched by the passage of years, a mystery woven into the fabric of their existence.