The severe winter wind blew up the snow foam and hit my face painfully. The gates of Jinzhou City slowly closed at dusk, making a dull creaking sound, like a tired sigh.
Shen Bijun tightened the thin jacket that was worn three years ago. The cuffs were frayed and washed white, revealing the low-quality cotton inside. She stood outside the city gate and looked up at the high city wall. The two big characters "Jinzhou" on it looked particularly cold and hard in the dusk.
