"It's really cold today." In the dilapidated temple, Old Man Zhou and Old Man Qian had just swept a path through the snow in the courtyard. "Little girl, I told you not to come out, hurry back inside."
Zhao Si'en gave them a sweet smile, "It's okay, it's not cold when you move around."
She was also sweeping the snow along with them.
Back when her family was doing well, whenever it snowed and she wanted to play outside, her mom and grandma would always worry she'd get cold and wouldn't let her go out. Each time, she envied other kids who could play in the snow without worry.
But now, she would rather have those two fussing over her, telling her not to go outside and play.
By the time Gu Lingling arrived, the three of them had already finished sweeping the snow.
"The snow is really heavy!" Gu Lingling stomped the snow off her shoes before entering the room, "These pickled vegetables and sauce were made by my grandma and me."
