After the eventful autumn ended, a tumultuous winter arrived.
After consecutive days of drizzle, Cliff City rarely welcomed a sunny day. Below the crystal-clear sky of the afternoon, the streets shone bright with sunlight, reflecting the deep blue of the sky in the puddles beneath, exuding a hint of warmth.
Ji Jue sat on a folding chair, finding a comfortable position, and deeply exhaled in contentment.
He remembered his childhood in Shuzhou where, during winter, he would wear thick clothes; yet, the cold wind would still whistle through the gaps in his clothes to the bones. Waking up each day and reaching for his clothes from beneath the warmth of his quilt felt as difficult as Hell.
It was truly dreadful.
