"Ha..."
Cui Si let out a white mist, feeling that Pulmoath this year was even colder than before.
"With such a cold temperature, I hope more people don't freeze to death this winter..."
Although the New Year was approaching, there was not much festive atmosphere in the lower city district.
When everyone is struggling for survival, celebrations are a distant matter.
"The only good news is that the price of bread has finally stopped rising..."
Stepping out of the warm bakery, Cui Si couldn't help but shrink her body.
Of course, she didn't know that the recent price freeze was partly a result of the Emperor's compromise with the church. She only felt the cold wind cut through her bones.
Cui Si held the paper bag full of bread, preparing to run back home.
Snowflakes had already drifted down from the sky, and there were few pedestrians on the road.
Bang!
The snowflakes blurred her vision, and she gently bumped shoulders with a woman coming from the opposite direction.
