At this moment, the camera split in two; what everyone saw of the survivor outside and Jiang Che locked inside were two completely different states.
The survivors outside were in utter disarray. With the blizzard gone, the snow that had built up on their bodies had melted; the blood stains on their clothes were now mixed with dirt, dark blood blooms spreading unstoppably through the fabric.
Their body heat was baking the damp patches on their clothes.
The cold barely retreated after the snowstorm ended.
Maybe it'd be better to take off those snow-soaked clothes, but no one dared. No one knew when they'd see an exit again, or if they'd be facing another torturous snowfall.
But at least, they could hope these ten minutes would let body warmth drive off a little of the dampness.
The clothes on everyone outside were mismatched and odd—layered in a motley jumble. Some of them were wearing two pairs of pants.
Unlike those still outside,
