C344 Am I a Watchstone I'm Going to Turn Back with a Few Casual Words?

The cold inside the ice was thick, and if she stayed inside for another hour, she didn't know if she would still be alive.

Cold.

A heart-piercing chill.

She squatted down while leaning against the door, her small hands holding the phone trembling violently. The breath she exhaled instantly turned into fog, and her eyelashes were covered with frost. She stared blankly at that name