They merged into the crowd at the mall entrance, and the warm indoor air instantly enveloped them, chasing away the last trace of the outdoor chill.
Huge banners advertising holiday sales hung from the ceiling of the massive atrium, and life-sized, red-and-gold decorative gift boxes already flanked the entrance.
The frame of a tall, artificial Christmas tree stood in the central area, with staff busily wrapping it in string lights and hanging ornaments.
Just as they were all admiring the Christmas decorations,
Yang Ze smacked his lips and said something that completely ruined the mood. "Yeah, it's nice to look at, but what does it have to do with us? Christmas Eve, Christmas Day—it doesn't matter. For us third-year grunts, it's just another school day, isn't it? We won't get a single damn day off."
