The morning air penetrated the nose like a knife blade. The hot air conditioning is mixed with a sour, iron-like winter fragrance. I buried my face in my scarf and leaned against the stove. Maybe it's because it's too cold outside. No matter how bright the red light is from the stove, the cold air in the room cannot easily subside. But compared to the outside, this place is paradise. The snow that fell the day before yesterday was solidly frozen at a temperature of minus 10 degrees Celsius. The road was covered with gray ice. It took a lot of effort not to fall down all the way here. It's not just the roads that are gray. My brain is similar. It may be that I ate too much suppressive grass that prevents omega estrus. The body is as drowsy as if drunk, and the mind is in a trance.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
