Could it be in my own room? The thought crossed Yuchi's mind, but he didn't take it seriously. What would he be doing in his room at a time like this? Going out to buy New Year's goods is understandable as a gift to oneself, but running to his own room? How would that hand out benefits?
Let's go and see.
Yuchi trudged a dozen steps in the snow and simply pushed open his own door to check. What he found was... his bed covered with a thick quilt, the kind used on joyous occasions, bright red with mandarin ducks and auspicious clouds.
Then, looking at Qingzhu, the girl had her head sticking out, tilting it quietly in his direction, her eyes full of grievance and a bit of fear.
"Oh, my god!"
"Is this really some sort of benefit?!"
"What's Qingzhu up to?"
Yuchi entered in shock, quickly closing the door behind him. If someone saw this, he'd be chilled for life.
