Meng Shentong pushed open the door and stepped out onto the eaves veranda.
Staring at the sleet drifting through the air, he was hit full in the face by a gust of cold wind and shivered, though he managed to suppress the cough rising in his throat.
Compared with before his imprisonment, he had aged considerably. His face was the color of old parchment and his cheeks were a sallow yellow, making him look like someone just recovering from a severe illness.
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