With the arrival of final exams, this year’s winter in Yanjing seemed exceptionally cold. It was January 10th, and the temperature was -12°C.
Chen Ye had turned in his exam early and stepped outside. To his surprise, it was snowing. Thinking of the impending global pandemic, he felt a genuine sense of melancholy.
"Damn, I’m no saint or sage, am I?"
Chapter 177