This winter was exceptionally cold. The family of Zhao Yan had donned their cotton-padded jackets early. These garments had been stitched by Madam Liu, and they fit Zhao Yan so snugly that there was barely a seam to be found; even when the cold wind blew, he felt no chill.
"An expert’s work truly speaks for itself; this money was well spent," Zhao Yan remarked with a sigh of satisfaction.
Outside, the snowstorm raged. Flakes as thick as goose feathers fell without pause, and as far as the eye could see, the world was blanketed in silver.
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