The snow pounded on the window like hail, making the not-so-sturdy wooden frame rattle. This gusty wind finally woke up Shen Jiayin.
She moved her hand and touched the quilt, feeling warm all over, as if she had returned home, with the quilt her grandmother had given her. She opened her eyes and closed them, then sat up after repeating this several times.
Seeing her wake up, Feng Yongzhuo, who was sitting on the opposite kang bed, asked, "Awake?"
Shen Jiayin nodded, "Mm, awake." Then, she glanced around. It was the same little wooden cabin as in her dream. It wasn't the sturdiest, but it was indeed newly built. The wood used for the roof looked new. The bed she lay on was said to be a wooden bed, but below, it was raised like a kang bed with a stove underneath, making the bed and quilt warm.
Feng Yongzhuo saw her looking around and seemed to have some questions. He laughed and said, "Are you really awake or just sleepwalking? Don't tell me you're sleepwalking."
