The night is getting darker and the chill is getting heavier.
The spark in the small furnace is at the end of its life, and it is uncertain whether it will light up or go out. The occasional wind will make it struggle more and more, refusing to be extinguished.
The cold wind came quietly from all directions, getting into the gaps in the sleeves and collar, howling and roaring arrogantly.
The two people sat facing each other in the pavilion.
One person looked relaxed.
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