Grace suddenly had difficulty breathing, her face pale while she clung to Dale's neck. Dale angrily kicked me away, and I fell into the snow weakly, unable to even feel the piercing cold.
The warmth occasionally surging in my belly told me that there was a life inside me. The strong will to survive prompted me to crawl up with great difficulty.
I struggled to get up, dragging my frozen pants.
"Dale, you can't leave me here. I can't survive here alone..."
Dale had just taken a few steps. He didn't expect me to still hold onto him.
"The second batch of rescuers will be here soon. Can't you wait for a little more while?"
I looked up at him and saw a hint of mockery in his eyes under the wind and snow.
"Besides, I remember you have strong wilderness survival skills. You can even push Jerry down the cliff so as to win."
I gasped, looking at the man in front of me in disbelief.
"No. It was not me..."
He wouldn't hear me out, and my words were drowned in this snowstorm.
He held Grace and pushed me down in this heavy snow again. The icy cold wind entered my nostrils and spread to every part of my body.
My body temperature had already dropped below normal, and my hands had no strength at all.