Ji Jue got on the Calf Horse, and under the guide of the host, drove out of this small takeoff and landing field. Beyond the pitch-black road, the endless snow fields stretched to the ends of the earth, almost merging with the grey-white sky.
"Really beautiful."
He rolled up the car window and turned on the heater.
"Cold is truly cold."
The host smiled self-deprecatingly, dressed in puffed-up clothing, along with gloves, mask, scarf, and goggles: "As for whether it's beautiful... locals probably would prefer it to be uglier and less of it, right?"
The snow has reduced considerably these days. In past years when encountering heavy snow, cars couldn't be driven, and snow outside the city could get six to seven meters thick, pouring it down for months, making it impossible to get out.
He explained: "Here in Huang Province, half of the year is winter, and further north are the tundra and ice sea of perpetual winter, where even penguins and bears can't survive.
