The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,Another thought pops up, the teapot back in my hand.,As soon as Du Fei stepped out the door, he was met by a fat man in a blue cotton coat. He carried a sack on his back and swaggered with every step, looking very arrogant.。