And at this moment, that bright laughter would likely be drowned out by the tide of sorrow for a very, very long time.
He reached out and patted his friend's shoulder, feeling the sharp, protruding lines of his shoulder blades. He suddenly felt that the night in Beidahuang was several degrees colder than the bitter winters of past years.
Twilight was as thick as ink, and the kerosene lamp cast a yellowish, flickering glow through the lattice window.
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