北边的山道,越往里走,越不像人该走的地方。
冻土硬成了石头的质地,踩上去没有声音,靴底的皮革贴着那片硬地,摩擦出一种压抑的、钝的声响,像是什么东西被压在底下,喘不过来。凌霄一步一步往前,右肋旧伤在冷风里收着一口气,每隔几步便提醒他一次,他不理它,只是走。
秘典他读了三遍。
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