SHHFF—
Guan Tong unzipped his sleeping bag, sat up, and gave a huge stretch.
He hadn't slept very soundly through the night, but the sleeping bag was warm enough, and he'd definitely gotten the rest he needed.
He squinted, checking the snow outside. Overnight, the accumulation in the area beyond his "little campsite" had risen by more than ten centimeters.
'If it's like this on Mingdao Mountain, the snow in the city must have piled up to fifty or sixty centimeters overnight...'
Guan Tong didn't delay. He immediately got up, put on his winter clothes, and rummaged through the food in his backpack.
Besides a few large bags of compressed biscuits, he had some canned goods, several packets of instant noodles, and some bags of freeze-dried food.
