"Latest news, a cold wave is sweeping through the southern regions of our country, accompanied by a category nine typhoon. All relevant personnel please prepare to prevent avalanches. Citizens are advised to avoid activities near the snow-capped mountains..."
Gu Tingting and Yin Xilin didn't hear the rest of the words; in their ears, the phrase "avalanche is coming" echoed continuously.
Looking at the pitch-black night outside and the undulating snow mountains in the distance, Gu Tingting and Yin Xilin felt a sudden unease rise in their hearts.
At the same time, far behind everyone else, Gu Yelin and An Yiqing were sliding forward with all their might, constantly closing the gap between them and the others. Just then, a muffled rumble reached An Yiqing's ears. She furrowed her brow and suddenly stopped on the slope.
"What is it?" Gu Yelin, seeing An Yiqing stop, made a handsome turn and halted beside her.
