lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,There was a shrunken sack at the bottom of the tank. When I picked it up, it weighed four or five pounds, and it was full of noodles.,The one who boils water, the one who cooks, adults, children making a fuss, all chaotic.。