A figure slowly crawled up from the snow, adding a touch of ugliness to the pure white of the world.

He leaned against the outer wall of the city building, watching the eastern sky brighten bit by bit.

He looked in amazement as a glowing ball slowly rose from that distant place.

The little ball flew higher and higher, getting brighter and brighter. He reached out his hand to grab it, as if he wanted to seize that glowing ball.

"Ah! Ah! Ugh!" He tried hard, and then he failed. No matter how he reached out, he could never touch that little ball.

But he still held out his hand, as if sensing something.

Finally, he felt it, the warmth of the sun.

He was excited and shouted. He tried hard to stick out his belly, as if he wanted to let his embrace capture the sunlight. He tried hard, looking very funny.

Sunlight finally fell into his embrace, where there was a little girl's face.

The girl was about to die. Her brother was trying hard, ensuring she felt the warmth of the sun without freezing.

The brother didn't know that it was useless. He just thought that sunlight was the most comfortable thing in this cold winter, and he wanted to give the best he could get to his sister.

"She is about to die." A man's voice rushed into his ears. He turned around suddenly, holding his sister tightly like a vigilant beast.

After seeing clearly who it was, he relaxed and smiled happily. He pointed to himself and shouted loudly, "Qing, Qing, Qing!" Then he pointed to the small face in his arms and shouted even louder, "Qian! Qian! Qian!"

The man nodded, pointed to himself, and said, "Hua!"