Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was awakened from the cold. The sticky blood and tears joined together, connecting the wet eyelashes and cheeks, and then was completely frozen by the cold air.

She wanted to open her eyes, but she had to rub her hands on her face.

After moving for a while, I realized that my body was so cold that my bones were stiff.

Some couldn't breathe, and there was a burst of waves in the chest, as if being on the top of death abyss.

She exhaled, but what was blowing out was a strong chill.

Where is this? How can it be so cold!

After getting used to it for a while, she finally opened her eyes slowly, and then found herself sleeping in the ice cellar.

No wonder, no wonder it's so cold, no wonder the cold is so heavy.

Song Qinghuan climbed up from the ground, trembling all over.

The lingering cold air gathered around, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She staggered and stood up and headed to the door of the ice cellar.

But the door was locked, and no matter how she moved, she couldn't open it.

"Open the door, open the door!" Song Qinghuan knocked on the door, knocking on the door desperately, exhausting all his strength, and shouting.

She hopes that someone outside can hear it, and then it can save her life.

But no matter how she shouts, no matter how she beats, the response to her is cold.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the chill is getting heavier and heavier.

But her voice became smaller and weaker, and her breath became weaker and weaker. She ran in the ice cellar, relying on exercise to fight the cold.

However, people's physical strength was limited. She reached her limit and finally couldn't hold it anymore. She closed her eyes and fell to the ground with a soft "bang" sound.

The whole world suddenly fell into silence. She felt that she was awake, she could still see the door of the ice cellar, and she was breathing, but she couldn't move her whole body.

As time passed by, she felt her breath longer and longer, and every time she breathed, it seemed to her that an ice knife pierced her heart.

So sleepy, tired, and tired, she couldn't make it anymore.

A white light suddenly appeared in front of her, and it seemed that an angel was calling her.

Slowly, slowly, she closed her eyes wearily, just about to look down, and suddenly "bang" with a deafening sound, breaking the cold tranquility.

Song Qinghuan saw a black figure in a daze, and quickly approached her, getting closer...

She saw the appearance of the incoming person, whispered, and plunged into darkness.

When Shi Yuhan arrived, he only saw Song Qinghuan lying on the ground. The door of the ice cellar was wide open, and there was no one but her.

Seeing Song Qinghuan, whose face was as pale as snow and without any temperature in his body, Shi Yuhan's heart suddenly tightened, and immediately untied his coat, leaned over Song Qinghuan, then hugged him horizontally and left.

In the fully heated car, Shi Yuhan rubbed Song Qinghuan's face with his face.

She was so cold that she would die if she stayed for a while in the cold ice cellar.

Shi Yuhan's eyes were scarred as blood, and he clenched his fists to force him to calm down, holding Song Qinghuan tightly, holding Song Qinghuan's hands, and rubbing his clothes to keep him warm.

Song Qinghuan seemed to feel the warmth that was different from that of Bingjiao.

There was a gap in her eyes, and she didn't know if she could see everything in front of her, so she immediately closed her eyes again, but she seemed to be whispering something in her mouth.

Seeing her whispering lips, Shi Yuhan lowered his head and listened carefully, and couldn't help being stunned.

She said: "Brother, it's you!"