C1183 There Was Not Enough Food.(1)

For seven whole days, there was only a short pause before they continued. The snow seemed endless. The gloomy sky was filled with snowflakes. There was no wind, and the white substance formed by the low temperature fell on their faces. It was not cold, but it felt cold. It was rare for the God of Winter to be so gentle. It was like a lover's lips that had just drank ice beer