Time had passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already December, with the weather gradually turning bitterly cold. The winter winds from Northern Kunlun had been wreaking havoc for over a month. Divine Capital had high latitude, short daylight hours, and was situated on a plain with nothing to block the northwest winds; moreover, it was near the sea, which made the air humid and frigid. All these factors combined were enough to freeze people to death.
Du Fu had a day off today and was huddling in his little house, wrapped up in a thin quilt. He was originally a servant for a young master, responsible only for accompanying the young master in his play. The light snow that had started to fall was ill-suited for outdoor activities. Furthermore, with the year-end family competition approaching, the young master needed to diligently cultivate, which was why Du Fu had gotten the day off.
