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.,He walked to the table and lifted the white porcelain teapot. There was still quite a bit of water inside, sloshing gently.,Just as I stepped out, a sudden gust of cold wind hit me, piercing straight into my neck.。