The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,The roof was covered with yellowed old newspapers, the walls were mottled, and the windows weren't made of glass, but were grimy paper panes.,As they bumped into each other, Du Fei greeted him as usual. A large chunk of new memories flooded his mind, causing him to furrow his brow.。