Wrapped in winter gear, he still shivered uncontrollably in the frigid wind.
He hunched his shoulders, neck pulled in, and rubbed his hands together nonstop, trying to generate a little warmth.
The luggage at his feet was gradually being covered by falling snow. It was a sight that would stir pity in anyone's heart.
Seeing this, Feng Mountain quickly spurred his horse.
He urged Cigar to speed toward North, kicking up a spray of snow that danced in the wind and left a long trail in his wake.
Once he was close, Feng Mountain leaped straight off the horse's back, landing steadily on the snowy ground.
Without bothering to brush off the clinging snow, he quickly shrugged off his beast-skin coat. He closed the distance to North in a few large strides and draped it over him.
"Buddy, why didn't you call before you came? And why are you wearing such thin clothes?"
"My... my ph-phone... was st-stolen!"
North was so cold his teeth were chattering, and he answered with a violent shiver.
