The weather had warmed up a bit on this day.
Su Jin woke up early but stayed nestled under the covers, unwilling to get up.
Though there were many braziers in the room, the ancient doors and windows really couldn't keep the warmth in, and the wind seeped through the silk gauze, no number of braziers could compare with the warmth under the quilt.
Xingxing knew her young lady liked to linger in bed, though she was an impatient person.
Having heard from Bi Zhu that the plum blossoms in the southeast corner of the garden had bloomed, she went early in the morning to pick the prettiest branch and brought it back.
Placed in a porcelain vase on the shelf, it looked beautiful no matter how one looked at it.
Su Jin asked, "Where did you pick the plum blossoms?"
"Right in the big garden, they're very pretty," said Xingxing.
Su Jin became interested.
Exploring the snow for plum blossoms has a unique charm.
Though there was no snow.
