November 1, evening.
In Xue Yuantong's kitchen, the incandescent lamp emitted a warm, yellowish glow that illuminated the entire room.
The firewood in the stove next to the hearth had not yet completely burned out, occasionally making a crackling sound as the remaining embers consumed themselves. A unique scent of wood mixed with the smoke from the earthen stove, exuding a faint, natural atmosphere.
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