Ye Gaosheng returned home in the mid-afternoon, already so cold that he stomped his feet as soon as he entered the house. He handed his things to Ye Jiu and rushed back to his own room.
Ye Jiu watched after him, annoyed at the sight of his shoes already soaked through.
It was all her own fault for being so focused on trying to make money that she had neglected the icy, snowy weather.
Her fourth brother was wearing cloth shoes, and the snow on the road hadn't melted. After walking for several hours, wouldn't his cotton shoes be completely soaked, his feet nearly frozen?
