The four-day holiday was over. The first thing that greeted Xu Qiguang in the morning was the first snow of the year. Just as his Changqing had said it would, it had started snowing heavily last night.
Opening the door, he found the outer room filled with steam. Something was cooking on the two stoves, and the smell was incredibly fragrant—so fragrant it could make a person feel ravenously hungry in an instant.
The sky outside was still dark and overcast, but the snow had mostly stopped. Only a few tiny snowflakes were still drifting down. And his Changqing was already outside the courtyard gate, sweeping snow.
'She must be afraid of making too much noise closer to the house and waking me and her younger siblings. This child… what I told her these past two days was for nothing.' "What time did you get up today?"
