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Xia Chuyi bit her lip, clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and, with her hands propping herself up, tried to stand.

Just as she managed to get up, a sharp pain pulled at her ankle, causing it to give way, and she fell again.

In her rush to get out, she hadn't taken any anti-slip measures, and the fall had twisted her ankle.

Plus, having run in the cold wind for a long time, her body was weak and tired, and now, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stand up.

The cold wind howled, growing fiercer as she rose and fell, fell and rose, in a continuous cycle.

In the end, her clothes were smeared with snow and mud, filthy beyond recognition, her body utterly drained.

Her fists were clenched tightly, her nails digging into her flesh.

She gazed into the distance, filled with reluctance.

She was reluctant!

She thought everything was moving in a positive direction.

She thought she had changed Uncle Xia's fate.

The colder the wind blew, the colder Xia Chuyi's body became.