The water vapor in Liangshanbo is wrapped in chill, rising from the lake surface, spreading over the reed swamps, and soaking into the thatched houses on the shore. Lin Wan huddled in the corner of the leaky earth wall, staring at her hands that were supposed to be typing on the keyboard - now they were covered with calluses, and there was dirt embedded in the nails that could not be washed away.
