Outside, the world was ice and snow; every breath froze into frost.
Li Biao pissed against the base of the wall, looking utterly content as he gave a hearty shudder.
"You're pissing here—aren't you worried about the stink?"
Li Biao turned around, fastening his belt as he grinned. "First Day, you don't understand, do you?"
"Women love stinky men! If a man doesn't stink, where's he supposed to get any luck with women?"
Li Biao came back to himself. Looking at the young man in his twenties before him, he felt both surprise and something strange.
"First Day, you're really better."
The young man's brows had relaxed, and his smile was clear and lucid. There was no trace left of his former foolishness.
Seeing this, Li Biao kept feeling that the First Day who had lived beside him day and night for six years was gone.
"Enough, Biao. What are you staring at? Aren't you cold?"
Li Biao felt as though First Day had returned again.
The moment he entered the room, Li Biao threw back his head and shouted, "First Day's better—!"
On a snowbound day off, the entire room of mountain-opening workers had been sleeping soundly. That shout exploded among them like a firecracker.
"Fuck—are you calling for spring?" someone cursed groggily.
More and more people sat up, rubbing their eyes as their gazes focused on the two by the door.
No one knew who shouted first, "First Day—he's come back to life!"
In an instant, the whole room was awake.
The fool who had been here for six years had recovered. Once the news spread, even people from the neighboring quarters came over to see.
Steward Qian of the Bing Mining Area also came out of curiosity and could not help clicking his tongue in wonder. "Who