Inside the inner courtyard of the Chen residence, in stark contrast to the grim atmosphere outside, crisp and childish laughter drifted from the warm pavilion.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Look! It's snowing so hard!"
A little girl of about five or six, wearing double buns in her hair and wrapped in a thick padded silk jacket, pressed against the window lattice of the warm pavilion. Her small face was glued to the translucent oiled-paper window as she excitedly pointed at the heavy, swirling snow outside.
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