"The place you're going is too far, I've never been there. Let me tell you about where I stayed for over ten years. You often ask me why I'm so afraid of the cold?"
"Besides my poor constitution, it's really the shadow those years left in my heart. The fierce northern wind in the dead of winter could sweep me away on my own."
Wen Zhixian chuckled while covering his mouth.
Zhou Jiao also laughed indifferently, "From October onwards, the heavy snow starts falling. At first, the wind feels like blades, but you can endure it. Later on, it gets unbearable, really numb from the cold. When you return to the heated bed, the sensation is both cold and itchy, and many times you'd get chills."
"In the past, we could hibernate like cats in winter, but not anymore. Besides being cold, we were hungry. Two meals a day of boiled cabbage with some cornmeal sprinkled on top. Even if you go out to work, the most you can get is a couple more cornbread."
