The next day.
The morning dawned as usual, with a thin layer of frost covering the grounds of Shuanghua Residence.
Xuemei returned from outside and, upon entering the courtyard, saw Xiao Yun already there boiling water, so she hurried over to warm her hands as well.
"Sister Xuemei, where did you go so early in the morning?" Xiao Yun couldn't help but ask.
"I went to get our winter clothes, but the housekeeper said they hadn't been delivered yet, so I wasted a trip." She shivered as she spoke: "I nearly froze to death this early in the morning."
The kettle on the stove gurgled away, and at that moment, a person dressed in black appeared in the courtyard, handing something to Shiyi.
Xuemei and Xiao Yun had become used to such strange occurrences.
"Hey." Xuemei patted Xiao Yun and whispered, "Do you think he gets tired standing here all day?"
