The sun sets in the West and evening falls.

The sky was covered with sparse snowflakes, and the bitter cold wind blew on Xiaoya's red face like an apple. A snowflake floated down and gently stopped at her temples. The warm body temperature melted the snowflakes, and touched her hair scattered on the temples on her skin. The thin snowflakes turned into water beads, slightly sliding down from her tender face like a crystal pearl. Beads.

Her eyes kept staring at the depth of the windy hole, never blinking, and her pupils were filled with anxiety.

This is the beginning of Huadeng, Beijing time 19:32.

It's been four hours since...