"Such fierce snow and wind outside, yet inside it's warm as spring!"
The weathered vermillion lacquer doors were pushed open, keeping the icy cold at bay. Xiaojin brushed off her red cloak and untied the ribbon, revealing a similarly bright red long robe of treasured fabric that was impervious to water and fire, and free from the slightest dirt.
Xiaozhai stood on the stone steps in front of the main house, looking down slightly, and said, "Why are you talking so formally?"
"Tsk. In this weather, this place, these clothes, and in the presence of such beauty, I can't very well exclaim, 'Oh crap, I'm freezing to death!'"
"Heh..."
It had been a long time since Xiaozhai had laughed, but her sister's casual banter was still amusing as ever.
She led her sister inside and no sooner had they sat down than Brother Fatty, in a sullen mood, jumped onto the table, squeaking frantically with an expression of pitiful rage.
"Why did you bring it along?"
