So, every second must be seized at this moment, making good use of this rare idle time, to fully temper one's own body.
Inside the room, the curtains were tightly closed, air-tight, a thick ink-like darkness heavily pressing down.
On the streets, the noise surged like tidal waves, wave after wave coming relentlessly.
The night food stall owners were vocally enthusiastic, attracting customers, pots and pans joyously clattering, food fervently tossing in the fire.
The laughter and horseplay of young people, along with the crisp clinking of glasses, intertwined into a symphony brimming with the zest of life.
With the Spring Festival approaching, students on holiday and the working class pausing their busy year, everyone was enjoying a rare leisure time.
The bustling excitement downstairs contrasted sharply with the solitary coldness inside the room, clearly two entirely different worlds.
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