Li Chunmei nodded, recounting the events of that year clearly and concisely.,Year squinted his eyes, in a blink, an icy chill swept over him from all directions, piercing through his tattered coat and invading his entire being. Gradually, it stole away his warmth.,Following his gaze, about seven or eight paces away, a gaunt vulture was pecking at the carcass of a wild dog. It occasionally looked around with vigilance.。