Jacob's breathing was so heavy that he could barely breathe freely, and one after another, as if something was stuck in his throat, black patches gradually appeared on his skin, and it looked like Jacob's whole being more like a piece of wood—if it weren't for the slight shaking of the pain and cold.

He couldn't even lift his hand, and his fingertips, which were as dry as branches, trembled, as if he had exhausted all his strength, wanted to touch the lover in front of him, but alas, Gabriel took another step back, and he looked at him condescendingly, with a pair of cold white eyes, like the cold snow of winter.

Jacob felt as if he was buried in the snow, deep, in the snow where no light could be seen, and the cold gradually spread throughout his body, and he snorted and gasped a few times like a bellows, and then

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