The snow had fallen for a day and a night. At first, it drifted like willow catkins in the wind, swirling and scattering, but by the time morning came, it had covered all the rooftops and the ground in secluded corners with a thin layer of white gauze.
A faint layer of condensation misted the double-paned windows, blurring the world outside.
The person on the bed turned over, kicking off a corner of the duvet to reveal a smooth calf and a snow-white little foot. Wang Chuqin glanced over, reached out with his foot to nudge her, and pulled the quilt back over her.
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