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At the end of March in Wanghai City, it should have been the season of blooming spring, but this year the weather was unusual, with a sudden three-day snowstorm that just cleared last night.

Outside the west gate of Wanghai University, Wu Chang shivered in the cold wind, tightening the hood of his down jacket as he lowered his head and walked toward the Nanshi bus stop at the school entrance.

Snow itself isn’t cold, but melting snow is. If not for an appointment for an interview, he wouldn’t have left the warmth of his bed even in death.

Nowadays, company bosses are masters of time management.

To solve the two major problems—fresh graduates lacking work experience and skilled workers demanding high wages—recruitment ads now require fresh graduates with two to three years of experience.

The workplace is like this: the working masses toil endlessly day and night, while the bosses have far more complicated considerations.

Near the bus stop, several sanitation workers were clearing the snow. Less than a meter away from them, a pool of faintly red blood slowly spread on the ground.

Passersby stepped over it countless times without a second glance, except Wu Chang’s gaze lingered briefly—almost as if only he could see it.

In fact, only he could.

As he stared at the bloodstain, it rippled like a curtain of water, projecting a brief scene.

On the snow-covered street, a speeding car suddenly skidded on one side, losing control and crashing into the roadside. The image shook violently before fading to black.

He took