Era✚Space Finger
The winter of 1962 was extremely cold.
Lin Wanxing woke up from the cold.
To be precise, I was woken up by a gust of cold wind leaking in from all directions. The wind was like a knife, burrowing along the cracks in the walls, windows, doors, everywhere, into the quilt, into the cracks in the bones, making people shiver with cold.
She opened her eyes and saw a gray light.
It's not the world she's familiar with.
It was not the apartment she had lived in for twenty-eight years. It was not the modern house with floor heating in winter, air conditioning in summer, and 360-degree insulation.
