The temperatures became cool and chilly. Thus, all the male students in the Institute began wearing quilt jackets while the female students were dressed in colorful leggings, winter dresses, and heeled boots.
Wen Xinya took a stroll along the sidewalk of the Institute. She took a deep breath and allowed the chilly wind to fill her lungs, making her feel cool and refreshed.
"Wen Xinya!" Shen Mengting yelled in a shrilling voice, seething with exasperation and resentment. She sounded just as cold as the weather.
Wen Xinya stopped in her tracks and turned around slowly to see that Shen Mengting was standing at a short distance away from her, appearing horribly gaunt and emaciated. Her sunken eye sockets and hollowed cheeks made her eyes appear even larger than they already were. Her fair and porcelain skin had become jaundiced, and her hair was hoarse and brittle. Wen Xinya almost could not recognize her.