The temperatures in Beijiang were extremely low in November.
At 10:50 PM, the cold wind blew the leaves up and made a rustling sound in the alley as they rubbed against the ground.
In the dark alley, a small, dilapidated storefront was lit up and warm like spring.
The old and run-down glass door was misted, evidence of the stark difference in temperatures between the interior and exterior of the shop.
One large and one small figure stood in front of the door, looking at the small shop that did not have a signboard.
"Here?" Jiang Xiao asked Second Last.
"Yes." Second Last pushed the door and strode in.
Jiang Xiao followed and entered. Compared to the shabby exterior, the interior of the shop was notably clean and tidy, although it was rather cramped and narrow too.
