It was already November, and as Zhulan put down the letter in her hands to warm herself by the fire, she thought how much better it was to have a heated brick bed in the house—much more comfortable and quicker to warm up than in the capital.
The door opened, and Xue Han came in with Yu Lu, smiling as she said, "Mother, it's snowing outside."
Zhulan stood up and walked to the door, watching the snowflakes drift from the sky. She caught a few with her hand, "It really is snowing, and early this year."
Xue Han liked snowy days, but the wind was a bit strong today, "Mother, it's chilly outside, come in."
