Just as Lu Jiang pulled into his driveway, a gust of wind rustled past.
Upon closer inspection, it was snowing, the flakes as tiny as grains of salt. In no time, a thin layer had gathered on the ground.
"Glad it only started after we arrived. Heaven favors the kind and didn't let us travel in the snow." Lu Jiang jumped out of the car, one hand grasping the carrying basket, the other helping Feng Qingxue out. "You hurry inside so you don't get too cold. I'm going to take the mule cart to the cattle shed. I'll be right back."
As soon as he finished speaking, there came the sound of Xibao's crying from within the house—it was deafening.
"Xibao!"
Feng Qingxue, momentarily forgetting about her husband and the basket that Lu Jiang had removed, hurried into the main room. The children gathered around the brazier all looked up at her, their faces lighting up with surprise and joy. "Aunt is back! She's back!"
