The north wind howled, whipping up fine snowflakes that danced wildly across the black earth of Beidahuang.
Today was the Lesser Year's Day of the north, and the air in Kaoshantun was filled with a complex mix of emotions—the melancholy of parting and the eager anticipation of returning home.
Stirred by the wind and snow, these feelings grew all the more intense, shrouds of faint sorrow settling over the entire village.
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