A night of wind and snow painted everything outside in silver white.
Song Ci stood under the eaves, glanced at the snow, and then looked away.
She dared not look for too long, as even a short glance felt like it might give her cataracts, blurring everything in sight.
"My dear, please come inside! There's a draft blowing through here, aren't you cold?" Nanny couldn't help but try to add another cloak to her.
Some people, as they age, become more willful, much to the worry of their servants!
Song Ci spread her arms and said, "Cold? What cold? Listen to me sing. 'Let the wind blow, my proud indulgence, blow and blow, it can't ruin my pure garden, let the wind blow, let it be chaotic, it can't destroy my hopes at the end.'"
Nanny reached over, "Are you running a fever?"
What on earth is she singing, and howling!
Song Ci: "..."
A Nanny who can't catch jokes is not a good Nanny; it's no fun.
