The sky was frost white, the ground encased in ice.
Since the long winter had descended, everything had changed. The first wave of frost winds killed 130 million people.
The Little Fool wandered slowly down the streets, wearing a thick down jacket. Her tiny face was wrapped in soft merino wool, and from a distance, only a small pink spot could be seen.
Her hands were enveloped in thick gloves, and her heavy boots left a series of footprints in the snow. She still felt cold, and her little exposed face felt as if it were being viciously stabbed by a steel knife.
The roads were buried under heavy snow, with only a few main highways receiving regular snow removal to facilitate the movement of heavy trucks during blizzards.
The coverage of three-dimensional transportation reached 100%, with bridges, glass corridors, and flight routes crisscrossing throughout Shangjing. It was like a frost-covered spiderweb, reaching in all directions, connecting the silver-clad skyscrapers.