The sun came out, and the thick, colorless, transparent layers of ice hanging under the eaves sparkled and dazzled in the sunlight, slowly melting as the sun continued to shine.
Xiang Wei rubbed her hands together and complained: "It's just too cold here." The wind that blew against her felt bone-chillingly cold.
Brother Shengsheng agreed wholeheartedly with Xiang Wei's words: "Mother, indeed, the winter here is much colder than in the Capital City. Mother, when are we going back to the Capital City?"
Yueyao smiled and said: "We'll be going back in just over two months." Yueyao planned to depart in mid-February, although she wasn't sure if she could wait until then.
Brother Xuxu, however, was concerned about another issue: "Mother, when is Second Brother coming back? The New Year is just a few days away; he won't be celebrating at Old Mr. Wen's house, will he?"
