TAP TAP TAP.
Xiao Wu came running in, her steps light and cheerful. Her adorable, fair little face was flushed from the cold, and crystalline snowflakes clung to her eyelashes.
Ye Chutang's thoughts were drawn from the letter. As she looked up, Little Point threw herself into her arms.
Ye Chutang looked her over, pinching the tip of her red nose before glancing down at Xiao Wu's boots, which were caked with snow. "Looks like you had a good time," she said. "You're covered in snow. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Of course, Xiao Wu wasn't cold.
For one, she was wearing the new winter clothes her older sister had specially ordered for her, which had a thick, plush lining and were both warm and beautiful. For another, she had been bustling about for ages without a single break. She had nearly worked up a sweat, so how could she possibly be cold?
She wrinkled her little nose and beamed, cupping Ye Chutang's hands in her own.
'I'm not cold! I can even warm your hands!'
