Time passed in a blur. It felt as if it were only yesterday that the twelfth lunar month had begun, and yet, in the blink of an eye, it was already New Year's Eve.
Before the first light of dawn could even illuminate Kaoshantun, Jiang Rou had already crawled out from under her quilts. She rubbed her fingers, which were reddened by the cold, and exhaled a puff of white mist. Looking at the snow-covered ground outside the window shimmering with a silvery luster in the faint morning light, she felt a warmth spreading in her heart.
Today was New Year's Eve, and the village had organized everyone to put up spring couplets and hang lanterns to welcome the New Year. Although they were not returning home for the holiday, the educated youths who remained in Kaoshantun were determined to make the most of it.
Chapter 139