C681 You and Your Mother Are the Same Lowly

Cold, so cold.

It was bone-deep cold.

Lyi Yang's cheeks and lips were purple from the cold, and her entire body could not help but tremble.

She tried her best to stabilize her body, and her back was straight.

She told herself over and over again that she could not fall. She could not fall.

She had to win, she had to win.

Otherwise