Another month passed. As May approached, the snow still fell intermittently, never stopping entirely, and finally, someone noticed something was wrong.
[Why hasn't the snow stopped when it's already the start of summer?]
[No clue, so weird. Shit, could this be one of those extreme cold apocalypses from novels?]
[No way, no way. I do think it's pretty strange, but this intermittent snow is actually like light rain. The temperature hasn't been cold or hot.]
The discussion about the snow came to an abrupt halt when a video reposted from an overseas website appeared.
The video was filmed inside a wooden cabin, surrounded by several foreigners.
The man in the center sat in front of the fireplace with a blanket draped over him. His gray-blue eyes were full of lifelessness. He looked as though he had just woken up, or like a young child who had just emerged from a pouch, his expression visibly bewildered.
Some of the people around him were looking for food, while others used translation software to translate their questions one sentence at a time.
Quite a bit of information could be pieced together from the video. The uploader and his friends had been livestreaming outdoors when the man in front of them suddenly climbed out of a sunken hollow in the snow. He had no electronic devices with him, nothing that could prove his identity, and little awareness.
"How did you get there?"
"Where is your family?"
"What's your name?"
Those three questions echoed in his ears in various languages.
Fu Hanchuan kept his eyes lowered, his gaze so scattered it could not focus, and paid no attention to the questions of those around him.
He only kept bowing his head and repeating two phrases that no one could make out.
"Yan... Yan..."
"Go home..."