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Jouri is still trembling from the cold.

It is now spring in Shanghai, but the climate is still cool and she is just feeling uncomfortable, as she is not used to the climate in this place.

She likes both cold and warm temperatures, but she is still used to that temperature in Warsaw.

Cold, wet winters.

She loves to play snowball and make snow statues with her young siblings. But sometimes, she got bored of it that she just did it as a routine to entertain her siblings and keep them from destroying the furniture inside their house and throwing some nasty tantrums.

The things that she took for granted are all gone.

If only I had cherished it a little more, I would not have bitter feelings now towards them.

The wind here is dry and cold, it almost makes her lips chapped and bleed a little.

But she is still grateful that some stranger offered her some food, and that gave warmth to her. She is tired from eating wild unseasoned raw rootcrops that it made her puke.

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