Soon, the sky began to darken. The twilight, like an overturned ink bottle, stained the horizon into a thick, viscous tar.
Winter nights fell early everywhere. The cold air, carrying bits of ice, burrowed into coat collars, and the mist of one's breath instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals.
"I’m heading out for a bit!" Jiang Rou waved to Cheng Yu, who was busy sealing the gaps in the window. The hem of her cotton coat swept across the edge of the earthen kang, kicking up a few dried grass shavings.
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