He told him: "Xiao Zhi, be careful."
He struggled to get up from the snow and continued to climb up.
Fell down again.
After a long, long time, if he looked back, the snow on the road he had traveled had already been pressed down a lot, and faint traces of blood could be seen.
Fell once again, Xiao Zhi collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
"Sister, Xiao Zhi is so tired."
"Xiao Zhi wants to sleep."
"Xiao Zhi will sleep for a while, then get up to find the phone, okay."
Just as Xiao Zhi was about to close his eyes, he faintly heard his sister's call from below.
He suddenly woke up, looked at the phone not far away, and seemed to find strength.
His sister was calling him.
He needed to keep going; if he stopped, his sister would catch a cold.
However, he didn't realize that he was covered in snow, his face frozen red, his hands were full of wounds, with faint traces of blood.
Seeing he was almost there, an accident happened.
