Chapter 158_1

Jing Ping found, Xiang City was much colder than Yunnan. The wind bit through him, bringing with it a chill like wet snow. The weather was perpetually hazy, heavily veiled, unsettled like bitter bile. In contrast, Yunnan, in winter was a vivid painting: bright sunny days and clouds as pure as snow. It made people feel more cheerful.

Even if you were mostly submerged in darkness.

Jing Ping hadn't yet managed to rent a place, so he was living in the single-sex dormitories at the station. The conditions weren't great, but at least it was clean. It was then he began to appreciate some of the virtues of Xiang City: the cold was soft, and even the rain was light and liquid. It was a stark contrast to Yunnan, with its burning hot days and torrential rains. His fellow dorm-mates, fresh out of graduation, maintained polite composure; whenever they ordered takeout, they would make sure to save some for him.