「Tianjing Era, Year Four. January 16.」
Perhaps Uncle Sun had spent the whole night playing with Auntie Moon.
He was late to rise.
Heavy snow sealed the mountains, turning Heaven and Earth completely white.
Pushing open the gate had put Zheng Xiu in a fine mood. So, as Xiaotao helped him dress that morning, he told her a silly tongue twister that sent her into a fit of giggles.
"Young Master, it's brutally cold today. Please don't catch a chill."
Blushing, Xiaotao pulled a snow-white, velvet-collared, Cotton-padded long robe from behind her back as if by Magic, draping it over Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu's eyes fell on the uneven stitches at the seams, then on the hand Xiaotao was trying to hide in her sleeve.
He pulled the small hand out from her sleeve. Seeing the dense web of tiny needle pricks on her slender, delicate fingers, his heart ached. "You sewed this?" he asked.
"Mm-hm~"
