It was November, and the air had already turned chilly.
By dusk, the cold had grown more intense. Chen Feng pushed his bicycle, returning home after an absence of nearly a month to this world—a Quadrangle Courtyard filled with schemes and teeming with beasts.
Beside the old gate, a few pots of bonsai trees sat with broken branches and withered leaves; they clearly hadn't been tended to for a long time. It made sense, really. Since Yan Bugui had been dealt with by his own hand, the Yan family likely had no heart for such ornamental trifles. They had better things to do, like hauling cargo to make a few pennies; otherwise, without Yan Bugui’s salary, the Yan family would starve.
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