March 6, 2015. Jingzhe.
The Lantern Festival had passed, and the bonfires at the agritainment resort had reduced to scattered ruins. Their residual warmth faded away, leaving only wispy blue smoke and ashes, as if whispering of yesterday's lingering glow.
The winter in Yuzhou was bitterly cold. The ground was frozen hard by the nocturnal chill, and a layer of frost covered the wheat in the fields, looking all the more frigid under the reflection of the eastern dawn.
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