Folding the umbrella and leaning it against the door, Yu Xing smoothed down her black T-shirt and khaki work pants. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the rusty, heavy iron gate.,“This… I understand it the same way they do, after all, that’s what the media reported.” The brown-haired guy scratched his head. Of the remaining people, a short-haired girl and a young man wearing a mask both nodded in agreement.,Instinctively, Yu Xing swallowed the words "Why are your hands so cold if you're not feeling cold" back down.。