That day, the weather was gloomy, with a cold wind blowing sharply.
It was getting colder, but there was no sign that the mudstone flow would freeze, which was completely unscientific.
Jing Shu had secretly wrapped an extra sweater around herself and put on some thermal underwear, making her look a bit bloated.
Many people in the building were shivering and huddling together for warmth—there was no helping it. The building was as cold as an ice cellar.
They couldn't run either, as that would consume too much food, so they could only cling to each other in the hall like stacked toys. Everyone had stopped bathing and changing clothes for a long time, and even though it was very cold, there was inevitably an odd smell.
The entire building was filled with this stench.
