The door to the west room was soon pushed open.
Xu Suying came in carrying a kerosene lamp and placed it on the table in the inner room.
Chen Wanqing turned to look at her mother. Xu Suying saw her daughter huddled under the thick quilt, with only her ruby-red lips, fair face, and ink-black hair visible from the neck up.
Her daughter looked at her with adoring eyes, and all of Xu Suying's anxieties vanished without a trace.
She took off her outer shirt and shoes, climbed onto the bed in a few quick movements, and snuggled under the same quilt with her daughter.
"Is this quilt too thin? Should I get you another one to put on top tomorrow?"
"There's no need, Mother. It hasn't even started snowing yet. If I cover up this much now, how will I get through the winter?"
