Madam Wu walked slowly.
Suddenly, a few snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and the clouds pressed down, as if a heavy snowfall was about to start.
Banqiao glanced up and urgently wanted to fetch an umbrella.
Madam Wu stopped her: "It's fine, it's only a few steps, and we're walking along the veranda, it won't be a problem."
Banqiao lowered her hands and agreed.
Du Yunluo supported Madam Wu as they walked to the main room, where the maid at the door lifted the curtain.
But Madam Wu did not go in. She turned her head to watch the sparse snowflakes dancing in the wind and said after a long while, "I remember, when Yuan Jing was a child, she loved snowy days the most, she liked playing in the snow. No matter how I warned her, she wouldn't listen, always rolling around in the snow without any semblance of a young lady's manners. Yet the Old Marquis indulged her, playing snowball fights with her. Her brothers all went easy on her."
