There was only one week left until Chinese New Year.
The weather had been surprisingly good the last few days, with bright sunshine every day that had dispelled much of the winter chill.
Xu Qing looked up at the sky, guessing that it was bound to snow in a few days—prosperity leads to decline and vice versa, as they say.
A New Year with snow always felt more festive.
"You should get a haircut, trim this side, and there, your temples..."
"Then go buy clothes and shoes. On the first day of the year, you should wear everything new from head to toe. That's called ringing in the New Year with a fresh start."
Once outside, Xu Qing started chattering about today's plans, and as she spoke, she picked up Jiang He's hand for a closer look, "Should we trim your nails too?"
"Trim? Are they broken?" Jiang He didn't think there was anything wrong with her nails.
