The cold wind was howling, and the expanse of white was endless. The strong wind and snow became the only main themes here.
On the vast white ground, the silhouettes of horse carriages were flying in the air, leaving behind two rows of dark blue shadows of horse hooves.
Evan and others climbed the snow-capped mountains again, but their faces were no longer solemn.
The pervasive cold wind seemed to become much milder.
The teammates beside me conveyed invisible kindness, rather than murderous intent.
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