C2517 Jiang Guannan Is Unhappy

December 8th, early in the morning after a little snow, the sun came out and cleared up.

The wind was a little cold, and when it blew on his face, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

He put his hand in the pocket of his coat, and only when he was fully armed did he feel a little warmer.

The hot air he exhaled condensed into a white fog in the air