When the snow fell in the middle of the night, Mu Yangling felt cold and got up to take a look. The air she exhaled turned into white fog. Frowning, Mu Yangling put on her clothes. She opened the door a crack and looked out. Only then did she realize that it was as bright as day outside.
A cold wind blew over and Mu Yangling shivered. She hurriedly closed the door and climbed back into bed.
This wouldn't do. It was getting colder and colder, but there was still nearly a month before the new year. She had to heat up the brick bed.
Mu Yangling thought as she fell asleep in a daze.
The next day, Mu Yangling went to discuss it with her father. "Father, let's make the brick bed while we have time. Otherwise, it'll only get colder and colder."
Mu Shi wrapped the twins and Little Bowen in the blanket and nodded. "I'll go find Hu Man later and get him to help. I'll make yours today."
