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white.

Endless white.

He was gasping for breath, every mouthful of cold air was squeezed out from his lungs, forming a hazy white air that surrounded his eyes, and he still felt terribly cold.He thought he might be snow-blind, his eyes were blurry, the white hazy and full of emptiness filled the world in front of his eyes.

The strong ultraviolet rays hurt his eyes, and he tried to block the light with his hands.At this moment, he wanted to cry and shout, but the severe loss of altitude sickness and physical strength made him only reluctantly move forward with the humming and roaring echoing in his ears.

The vast plain stretches as far as the eye can see, and the texture of the trees on both sides is like ferocious ghost claws, pointing straight to the sky.The silver and white are connected into an endless long distance, blue sky, white snow, dazzling sky light, and the young man staggering forward.

Suddenly, he slipped and stepped on the air, and a sense of weightlessness suddenly hit him.He was shocked, and instinctively tried to grab something with his hands, but he only picked up a few handfuls of fluffy snow, which rustled and fell on his head as he fell, creating a biting cold.

He thought, it's over, and stepped into the snow pit.

The young man who staggered forward disappeared into the vast snow field.