Time flies, three days have passed.
The north is shrouded in continuous snowstorms, the weather is bitterly cold.
Spring has arrived earlier in the south.
It's still the first month of the lunar calendar, and a warm breeze, seemingly from nowhere, blows, making people feel intoxicated and pleasantly warm.
It's as if they've forgotten how cold they were just a few days ago.
The willows by the river have sprouted new green leaves, and the wild grass by the roadside has quietly peeked out.
Adding a touch of life to this merciless, cold city.
Therefore, the lives of the rich and the poor are absolutely different, and the worlds they see are completely different.
In the same place, at the same time of year, just days ago, several people were miserable and fearful, rotting silently in a
