The snow stopped during the night.
This snowstorm in the Capital City came unexpectedly and disappeared quickly.
By dawn, all that was left were the dripping eaves and the shallow puddles on the bluestone slabs.
But this weather was increasingly bone-chilling.
Qin Yao and her husband, along with the well-bundled Qi Xian and their four children, drove to Yongtong Lane, intending to check on the situation at the porridge stall.
Unexpectedly, at this time of day when there would usually be a long line, there were only a dozen people scattered about.
Upon getting out of the carriage and looking into the courtyard, they saw only seven or eight students studying inside.
Even the charcoal braziers were mostly unused — just two braziers were enough.
"What happened?" Liu Ji asked in shock.
The students left behind looked at each other, unsure of where to begin.
Although they stayed, it was not for lack of choice.
