Jhiang Xingzhi struggled to utter a sentence and felt as if countless snow particles were attacking his throat.
Jhiang Yuan looked back at him, too tense earlier to notice her father's expression.
Of course, squinting his eyes, he showed little expression.
Following his gesture, she saw her father's hand.
By then, she also realized what had happened.
Not wearing gloves, alternating between cold and hot, his hand must have gotten frostbitten.
This was not good; she hurried back to get some hot water.
She had heard many such stories before, especially during adventures in the snowy wilderness, where it's easy to get frostbite.
People say that once skin comes in contact with an object, the temperature must be raised immediately.
Once, in a magazine, she read a story about this.
A group went on an expedition and was suddenly struck by a severe snowstorm, causing the temperature to plummet.
A girl wanted to urinate and got stuck to the vehicle as she did so.