When Xu Xiaoyou opened her eyes again, the surroundings had become noisy.
Unknowingly, the car was already filled with people.
The train was descending from the sky to the ground, and the pitch-black starry night outside the window was gradually replaced by golden clouds as the altitude dropped.
Through the window, she saw a world covered in vast white snow, with a line of pale golden light spreading over the horizon, awakening this snowy world.
The steel barrier stretching into the sky was etched with erosion marks, and the raging and flying snowflakes condensed into frost on the window surface. Buildings resembling crystalline prisms rose from the ground, this city like a dazzling jewel on a crown, reflecting multicolored light.
