In November, the Northern First District surrounded by mountains wasn't as cold as one might imagine.
Hexia sat in her dorm, gazing at the somewhat gloomy sky outside, watching the potted plant on the windowsill shivering in the wind, its tiny leaves appearing especially delicate against the backdrop of the gray-white sky.
Come to think of it, this was her first time experiencing winter on the surface, closely feeling the transition from autumn to winter. Previously, she had always lived underground, where the temperature didn't change much with the seasons; only when it snowed was she brought above ground by her parents to play in the snow and run around.
Wrapping her arms around her knees, feeling a bit chilly, Hexia walked to her bedroom, fetched a thin blanket to cover her legs, and then leaned back in her chair to flip through her books.
