I stood against the window for a while. It was obviously winter, but I didn't feel the coolness at all. I was a little surprised. It wasn't until I came back to my senses that I realized that the floor-to-ceiling window in front of me had not been opened. The windy day separated by a thin layer of glass seemed to be just an illusion. And I, like an outsider, watched the wind blowing by indifferently.
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