Chapter 8 - 5 Jiang Mo Fei Mo
The slanting sun sank, and twilight quietly gathered, as the frigid winds unique to winter began their wild onslaught, carrying sharp snowflakes.
Jiang Shouzhong returned to the cabin, the sky already dark.
Groping in the darkness, he took out a flint to light the oil lamp on the table, instantly breaking the dimness inside, casting the man's solitary shadow against the wall with the warm, faint light.
Jiang Shouzhong gathered some firewood and coal to start the stove.
The room gradually began to warm up, dispersing the condensed chill.
"Ah, it's indeed a bit better to have someone at home."
The alone and lonely Jiang Shouzhong suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness and couldn't help but sigh.
He recalled the scene from over half a year ago, sitting in front of the stove with his ex-wife Hong'er and Sister Ye, as if it was a painting framed in a dream, distant and unreal.
Back then, he could never have imagined such a swift turn of fate.
More than a year and a half ago, when he found himself in this strange world, a young woman named Ye Zhuchan had saved him, and he settled in a place called Anhe Village.
Life passed pleasantly and leisurely.