The biting cold of the winter night fell with unusual swiftness, as if the sun had barely dipped below the western horizon before the curtain of night eagerly descended. The lingering twilight slowly faded from the sky, replaced by a pitch-black, profound darkness. Seeing that it was getting late, the children began talking about heading home.
Fu Wenying had the servants bring out the pastries she had prepared.
"Godma, you're the best! You always have pastries ready for us." Liu Yi's eyes were fixed on the pastries as he swallowed hard.
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