Chu Lui suddenly set his work aside. His voice sounded weird to Du Jingtang's ears. Why was that? His tone was heavy and weighed on Du Jingtang who had tensed up unknowingly.
Unconsciously, Du Jingtang straightened his body. This time, there was no smile on his face. He looked serious.
…
The door opened when it was nighttime. The amber light from the street lamps shone on its surroundings. It was almost midnight. A year was coming to an end soon before one could fully appreciate the passing of four seasons. The blooming flowers in the spring, the summer heat, and the harvesting of fruits in autumn. The time of the year had arrived for the leaves to fall and for the trees to grow bald. In no time—with the last autumn winds blowing, the frigid winter would be here once again.
This year's winter was freezing. It was terribly cold.
The door closed once more and shut the desolation of the sweeping autumn leaves outside.
