Shao Zifeng rode Yaya across the boundless snowfield, his face wrapped in a coat, revealing only his eyes.
Looking up at the sun above, the blinding light carried no warmth, much like a high-wattage white incandescent bulb shining on the snowy field, the reflected light making Shao Zifeng's eyes uncomfortable.
Yaya's breathing grew increasingly heavy. Shao Zifeng looked around and said in a dull voice from beneath his clothes, "Yaya, let's rest behind that iceberg."
The amber pupils of Yaya moved, his neck bulging slightly: "Gurgle."
The not-so-tall snow mountain blocked the sun above. Shao Zifeng took off the coat from his head, spread it on the ground, and tossed a large pile of snow onto it.
Tightening his clothing, Shao Zifeng walked to the front of Yaya: "Open your mouth."
Yaya obediently opened his mouth wide, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on Shao Zifeng.
