Although An Ning was suspicious, she still couldn't figure out what Jiang Xia was thinking.
In truth, Jiang Xia couldn't figure out his own thoughts either.
An Ning changed her shoes. Copying Jiang Xia, she tied the laces of her cotton-padded shoes together and hung them around her neck.
With the help of their gear and a clear destination in mind, the two of them moved quickly.
Jiang Xia was in the front, with Da Huang pulling An Ning behind him. One after the other, they used the ever-deepening snow to speed toward the place Jiang Xia had seen that morning.
The heavy snow combined with the biting north wind, and for a moment, it was hard to tell which was more ferocious.
Without goggles, it was difficult for them to keep their eyes open.
Fortunately, they both knew the paths well. After about ten minutes, they arrived at the spot Jiang Xia had mentioned.
An Ning saw Jiang Xia point his arm toward the uphill path. She nodded from behind and followed him in that direction.
