It snowed last night, leaving a thin layer on the ground that melted at dawn.
She'd had to shoot a public service announcement late last night. By the time she got home, it was nearly dawn. She fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until she checked the time—it was half-past two in the afternoon.
The weather was clear today. By the time she dressed and went downstairs, the bluestone slabs in the courtyard were already bleached white by the sun. But though the sunlight was golden and the sky a brilliant blue, the moment she opened a window, the wind bit at her face.
'What a classic winter scam.'
Ni Bingyan quickly shut the window and prudently retreated back inside.
'I just got over a cold. I can't be reckless!'
The heating was cranked up, making the air so dry that eight glasses of water a day didn't feel like enough.
She had just poured herself a glass of water and was starting to cook some noodles when she got a call from her maternal uncle.
