In this lengthy narration, she gazed at her Contractor and told him, word by word, "I think this must be Hell, Huai Shi."
After the conversation that ended that morning, Huai Shi fell into a state of gloom. He had no motivation to do anything.
He sat on the couch, basking in the sun filtering through the window. Without realizing how much time had passed, he fell asleep. By the time he was awakened by the noise outside, it was already afternoon.
He got up from the couch and folded the blanket Uncle Fang had quietly draped over him. Walking to the window, he saw a vast expanse of silver-white.
Countless pure white snowflakes rustled down in the wind. They stuck to the windowpane, melted in the warm air from the air conditioner, then trickled down from the windowsill to solidify into strands of frost.
Incredible.
Huai Shi raised his hand and pressed it against the window. He felt the distinct chill, still finding it hard to believe what he was seeing. "Is it snowing?"
"Yes,"
