Approaching the window, Jiang Feng noticed that the wooden window of Yonghe House was quite attractive, with even some carved flowers in places.
There were no nails at the junction of the window and the frame. Jiang Feng gave it a try and lightly pushed; the window swung open easily.
Once open, the wind came in. Although it was a hot wind and not really cool, it was still better than staying in the stuffy and airless room.
Leaning against the window to catch the breeze, Jiang Feng was soon joined by other guests who, seeing the window opened, opened nearby windows one after another to gather in groups and enjoy the wind.
"Feng, move over a bit, let me feel the breeze too," said Zhang Zhiyuan, who disliked the heat and already had fine beads of sweat covering his forehead after just a short while.
"Come over here, this is where the breeze is," Jiang Feng made room for Zhang Zhiyuan, turning his body to lean his hand on the window frame.
