The morning sunlight poured down, illuminating the figure on the bed. He took quite a while before slowly rising to meet the sunlight.
Lorenzo rubbed his drowsy eyes and let out a big yawn.
Everything was as usual, nothing changed. He got up, put on the slippers by the bed. Old Dunling welcomed the long-awaited winter, but the first snow was yet to fall.
Since that downpour, Old Dunling's temperature had continuously dropped. Lorenzo was soon frozen awake by the indoor chill, instinctively wrapping his pajamas tighter.
Technically, Old Dunling should have started supplying heating. The heating pipes throughout the rooms should have hot liquid flowing through, bringing warmth to people. But with the Mechanical Institute destroyed, the underground world was in chaos, and such provisions had been delayed for a long time without signs of recovery.
