Four months had passed and the chilly winds of winter began blowing. The once verdant leaves had fallen from the trees, creating a colorful carpet of reds, yellows, and browns on the ground. The air was crisp and cool, with a faint scent of woodsmoke wafting through the breeze. The sky was a pale shade of blue, and the sun seemed to hang lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape.
The grass had turned yellow, and the bare branches of trees were silhouetted against the sky. There was a sense of quiet stillness in the air as if nature was preparing for the harsher months ahead. Despite the cold, there was a beauty to the scene, as if the world was being stripped down to its bare essentials, ready to start anew in the spring.
However, this specific winter was especially cold and desolate to the people of Jinli, as the news of their young master's coma had already spread, making the air tense from uncertainty.
