The time has quietly approached the Spring Festival.
Early in the morning, Chen Shouyi walked out the door.
Today, the temperature was particularly cold, and the entrance of the apartment building's lobby was already hung with long icicles like sharp spears, some nearly half a meter long.
A gust of cold wind blew past, and Chen Shouyi, dressed lightly, couldn't help but feel a shiver.
The sky was gray and filled with dense fog, and the air was filled with a sour, pungent smell.
The age of steam!
Chen Shouyi sighed slightly,
nearly two months have passed since the last mutation, and a lot of steam factories have sprung up in Hedong City like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, with chimneys spewing white smoke day and night. Often after being out for just an hour or two, clean clothes would get completely covered in coal dust.
The once clean and bright tall buildings that could reflect a person's shadow have now turned dark and stained, completely losing their original luster.
