The blisters on Du Heng's lips had subsided, leaving behind a patch of dry skin.
He wanted to peel it off, but the dry skin hadn't completely separated from his lips. The slightest force would tear them and cause pain.
Feeling slightly melancholic, Du Heng touched his chin and looked at the drizzling rain outside the window, feeling oppressed.
It had been three days since the banquet, and the lousy weather alternated between sunny and rainy. The dreary weather mirrored the gloom in people's hearts.
It had been raining intermittently for almost seven days now, something unprecedented in Jinzhou, a northwestern city.
Moreover, something he had warned Ma Zichen about had actually happened.
An earthen house belonging to a household on welfare benefits had indeed collapsed.
Luckily, it happened during the day, and the old man living there was not at home.
