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Under the clear sky, Sun Hang lay sprawled in a patch of mud, staring blankly at the sun in the sky.
The sunlight was a bit dazzling but warm—the Shuzhou, long deprived of such warmth for months, was rapidly heating up. The frozen rivers in the fields resumed flowing, the frost on glass curtain walls and city rooftops slowly melted away. People, whether from the rundown old neighborhoods or expensive villas, flocked out of their houses onto the streets, newly brightened by the sunlight.
The lockdown order was yet to be lifted, but when faced with citizens defying the order, the sheriffs and soldiers stationed at the street corners did not immediately take action—all of them indulged greedily in the long-lost sunlight, breathing in the air still tinged with a hint of chill.
"Damn it," muttered Yu, who had a cigarette in his mouth, "Lived most of my life, first time feeling how damn beautiful the blue sky and white clouds are."
