The night is as cool as frost.
The cold wind mixed with snow beats against the window, making a noisy sound, with a trace of cold wind squeezing into the room through the cracks in the window sill, sounding beside the beautiful lady's ear on the kang.
An arm as white as a lotus root suddenly reaches out from under the quilt, pressing one side of her jewel-like face against the quilt; a lamp on the high table casts a dim light onto the kang.
Han Anniang emerges from the bed, takes a breath of fresh air, and just as she's about to put on the small garment beside her, Chen Mo pulls it off.
Han Anniang shyly says, "Uncle, didn't you say you would teach me to read?"
"I can teach you on the kang as well."
Chen Mo quickly emerges from the bed, grabs an introductory book, and quickly lies back in the bed, holding Han Anniang.
