"It's cold... It's so cold... Please, please give me back your cotton-padded clothes and give me a bite to eat..."
The biting cold penetrated his bones, and Lu Yun huddled in the icy corridor. His whole body was frozen stiff, and his hands and feet were covered with frostbite.
In front of him, his neighbors who once greeted him with smiles and colleagues who he spent time with day and night were carrying his remaining instant noodles and down jacket, closing the door indifferently, and letting him slowly lose consciousness in the extreme cold of more than 70 degrees below zero.
Hatred!
