The howling cold wind swept up the snow on the ground, slashing at one's face like a knife.
A waning moon hung above the treetops, adding to the desolation.
Despite this, the drunken and sated Geng Ying still felt warm all over.
By now, the sky was completely dark, and the road was deserted.
Geng Ying staggered out of Xiushui Town, following a small path into the mountains.
The once lively him was now aching and weak-kneed, needing to lean against a tree to rest after short distances.
Walking and stopping like this, it took more than an hour for Geng Ying to finally reach a hidden valley.
By now, most of the alcohol had dissipated from his body, but to be safe, Geng Ying ignored the cold and rubbed his face with the snow on the ground.
Because he knew that if Big Brother Hei Yunzi found out he secretly drank and fooled around under the pretense of gathering information, his life might not be spared.
