The bone-piercing chill was like countless thin needles, piercing through the coarse cloth and burrowing into the skin. The cold made Wei Lai's teeth tremble uncontrollably. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the dazzling incandescent lamp on the ceiling of the rental house, but the dark blue cliffs and the low-hanging lead-gray clouds in the sky. The wind blew past his ears, bringing with it the unique damp and cold atmosphere of the mountains.
