Late at night.
The cold wind howled.
Shen Ping, lying in his swaddling clothes, had eyes of unusual brilliance. He looked around the room, which was so crude it contained only a wooden table, a wooden chair, and a wooden bed, completely devoid of any decent furniture. His gaze was somewhat dazed. Being reincarnated as a baby was one thing, but to be born into such an impoverished family was quite another. He had originally thought himself a person of great fortune, but that now seemed entirely like a fantasy.
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