A man in a torn undershirt sat up from a creaking bed, his face full of despair.
What should have been a light-colored silk-like duvet cover had turned black, especially at both ends of the blanket, glossy black, coated with a layer of black grime.
Whenever he couldn't tolerate it himself, he would change the blanket, but at this point, it didn't mean much for him to change it or not.
He stretched lazily, scratched the itching hair under his armpits, and shivered right after. It hadn't felt cold when he first got out of bed, but now he could feel it.
There was actually heating in the room. He shared the same heating pipeline with his neighbors to maintain indoor temperatures, which was a new initiative this winter.
