Su He knew he couldn't hold out any longer; he had to hibernate for the winter. This year, he hadn't dug a hole, and now the ground had started to freeze, rendering it unyielding—alright! Su Huanian didn't like people lying, and neither did turtles. He still had the strength to dig; after a year of cultivation, his achievements were significant, and the mere frozen ground couldn't stop him.
But Su He simply wanted to hibernate in Su Huanian's house.
They had been neighbors for almost a year, and this was the only excessive request Su He had ever made.
Su Huanian agreed.
The turtle was going to hibernate, and she might never return after leaving. What did it matter about a thatched cottage? She considerately enlarged the doorway of the cottage to make it easier for Su He to enter and exit.
Su He was overjoyed and happily caught another grass carp from the lake to give to Su Huanian.
