"It's so convenient, marrying into the same village. You can see each other whenever you like."
"And look, her family's here already. They're up awfully early. Returning to the village just as the sky is lightening? They must have set out in the dark. That must have been a real ordeal."
Just as they were speaking, the cart pulled up in front of them.
Zhao Jing and Chen Wanqing hurried to greet them.
It was indeed very cold, and everyone in the cart was bundled up tightly. But it was no use, no matter how tightly they were wrapped. Their eyelashes were covered in tiny icicles, and their faces were blue from the cold.
Chen De'an took off the rabbit-fur hat on his head and the face mask his mother had sewn for him.
When he had left home, he'd complained that the thing was ridiculously ugly and incredibly thick. If it weren't for the few holes in it, he might have suspected his mother of premeditating his murder.
