Chapter 89 Inventory Harvest
"That year, a rare, heavy snow fell."
"I was a beggar, hiding from the snow with two other companions."
"The dilapidated temples in the city had all been taken over by beggars older than us; we had nowhere to go. The snow was truly cold, the whole world blanketed in white. Amidst the vast expanse, only the three of us were outside, seeking a place to stay alive."
"Eventually, we could only curl up under the eaves of someone else's doorway. In those cramped spaces, we huddled together for warmth, but then the snow would start falling at an angle, and the wind hurt more than a knife..."
"The snow was really cold."
Liu Sanbian stretched out both hands in front of the roaring flames, palms open as the flickering tongues of fire "licked" his palms, yet he showed no reaction.