In early December, the weather turned cold, and the wintry winds brought a light snow, making the streets of Fangting City much paler in the winter day.
The pale sky was high and vast, and although the sunshine shined down, it brought not a trace of warmth. When the cold wind blew, it carried a faint howling sound, as if nature itself was letting out a roar.
It was the weekend, yet there were hardly any pedestrians on the road. The streets were permeated with chilliness, and the few who ventured outside were wrapped in heavy winter clothing, braving the biting cold on their cheeks as they crossed the gray and white interwoven pavement. The city's clamor was dissipated by the cold wind, leaving behind only silence and loneliness.
During such cold times, most people preferred to spend the rare weekend in a room with the heating turned up.
