Su Ying woke up to the sound of the rooster crowing.
She moved her body and found that the two little fellows were still sleeping comfortably next to her. They were covered with new quilts. One quilt acted as the bed sheet while the other was the blanket, and both were especially warm. Even Su Ying was unwilling to get out of bed when she woke up if there wasn't anything she had to do.
"It's snowing. Aunt Zhao, look. It's snowing outside."
Snowing?
Su Ying heard the commotion in the courtyard and carefully got up. After putting on her cotton-padded coat, she opened the door and walked out.
As soon as she opened the door, a thick gust of freezing air blasted onto her face. Su Ying shivered from the intense cold. If she did not circulate her energy in the morning, her Yang energy would be weaker. In the past, this bit of cold would never have troubled her.
