After autumn set in, the nights got chillier, and in places like hospitals, the temperature felt even lower.
Earlier in the hallway, it was fine since there was no wind, but now that he stepped out and the evening breeze hit, Li Zhiyuan took a thin jacket from his backpack and put it on.
Everyone's bag contained specific supplies and gear. Even during the summer, after wading through water, it didn't feel too cold, so that thin jacket had always been stashed at the bottom, unused.
When he tried to zip it, he discovered it was broken, no amount of tugging could zip it up.
If he were at home, Grandmaster would have brought out a candle to rub on it.
The old man just stood there watching a young man struggling with a zipper, as he walked step by step towards him.
Earlier, he was proud and arrogant, maintaining a certain aloofness, but now *he only felt his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.*
