As the cold wind blew, sand and dust swept up the grass roots under the soil, filling the sky. The land was barren and lacked vitality. No one could be seen within a thousand miles.
In the distance, there was a silver-haired woman with tears in her eyes. She continued to dig into the ground. At first, she looked like she was crazy to search, but after that, she acted like a machine, every day.
For a total of twenty-five years, she had been digging into the frozen ground. She had left her footprints within a radius of thousands of kilometers.
If a mortal woman had experienced twenty-five years, her youth would have long faded. Her black hair was dyed with snow. How many people could be so persistent in digging into the ground.
“Why? It has to be here. I have to find you. Live, I have to take care of you. If you die, I will accompany you!”