Shengtian, a rainy day.
The pitter-patter rain was not heavy, but felt distinctively cold on the skin, as though reminding one of the approaching winter.
The streets looked bleak and chilly with their rushing pedestrians. Gu Yu was sitting in a taxi. On his left was an enormous backpack, while an elderly driver was babbling in the front.
"Young man, have you just got back from a trip?"
"No, I’m about to leave for one."
"Oh, then you must be heading south. Are you going to Jiao Zhou or Qiong Zhou?"
"Jiang Zhou."
"Whew, let me tell you something! Jiang Zhou is even colder than here. They have no central heating and the air is so damp. My wife is from the south. Back then when I visited her family, honestly, I almost broke up with her because there was no central heating over there… speaking of which, it’s so strange that people from the south always assume us northerners can stand colder weather. They have no idea we depend solely on our well-equipped warm clothes…"
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