The shoes had already been crushed in the intense motion just now, making walking on the road quite uncomfortable, so Chen Shouyi simply kicked off his shoes and walked barefoot.
At this time, it was close to noon. The winter sunshine poured over him, yet he did not feel any warmth. The ground was covered with a thin layer of patterned ice, and a gust of cold wind made goosebumps rise on his skin.
Before entering the neighborhood, Chen Shouyi noticed a camphor tree by the roadside that, in this biting cold winter, had sprouted new buds, green and tender, exuding vibrant life. If not for the penetrating cold beneath his feet, he might have hallucinated that spring had already arrived.
He looked at the other camphor trees along the road, only to find that this one was not an exception.
