The night was deep, and the surroundings were pitch black. Only the ground's accumulated snow was reflecting light, making it exceptionally bright.
Looking back at the path they had traversed and the houses they had passed, one would find that only in Zhang Yuejin's house was there still laughter to be heard. All the other homes were silent, their dogs and chickens fast asleep.
"Has Xibao had dinner yet?" Feng Qingxue let him lead the way, holding her hand, enjoying his care for her.
"Yes, he had a bowl of vegetable porridge around five or six o'clock." Lu Jiang mumbled, guiding her away from the pits and bumps. "He didn't feel full after that. He cried loudly while we were eating. My father scolded me several times because of his crying. He had milk powder before going to sleep. Darling, he is so demanding. How do you usually take care of him? Just as I changed his diaper before he fell asleep, he had a big poop. The smell was terrible!"
