C168 Past

"Whooosh. Whooosh."

A cool breeze blew in from the window with no glass installed, causing Fu Qing's hair to flutter. Fu Qing curled up in a corner with an old piece of cardboard wrapped around his body.

Perhaps because he felt cold, Fu Qing raised his head, and looked outside. The night was dark, and the cool wind was blowing gently, the wind blowing through the narrow crevices