Accompanied by driving snow, a figure hurried down from the mountain, pushed open the door, and a bone-chilling gust of wind swept in.
The man, bundled in a heavy, long down jacket, hopped several times in front of the heater. He shivered for a moment before finally letting out a breath of relief. Only when he saw someone reading a newspaper in the gatehouse did he pause. "Brother Hu, you're already here?"
"I'm used to getting up early." The man reading the newspaper poured him a cup of hot tea.
Lu Yan, still shivering, took the teacup and asked, "What's the date today?"
"November twenty-ninth," the man reading the newspaper said.
"It's already this cold in November?"
Lu Yan sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
"You're new here?" The newspaper reader smiled.
"Yeah, I was just assigned here in the fall."
