Ice and snow covered the land, the whole world wrapped in silver, inside and outside the county town were all a blanket of white, but not inside the house.
The brazier burned within, Yin Tingxue moved in and out of the bedroom, packing her luggage.
Mother Fei stepped through the door, holding a bowl of hot soup, approached and said: "Don't pack just yet, drink the soup first."
The girl, always obedient and well-behaved, paused to take the bowl, blew on it a few times, and drank slowly. The mother watched, worried about the flesh that came from her belly.
"Can't you stay a few more days?" Mother Fei sighed softly, "Who knows if you'll be fine over there."
Yin Tingxue shook her head and said: "Mother, don't worry, I'll be fine."
"...I wish I could stay with you a little longer."
"But I'm getting married, Mother, you're just like a child unwilling to part," Yin Tingxue said with a bright smile.
