In the early winter in the south of the Yangtze River, snow covers the sky.

In the cold pavilion on the north side of the east courtyard of Rongfu, there were bursts of coughing. A woman dressed in frost white struggled to get up from the painted shelf bed. Her shoulders trembled under the dim oil lamp. groped and grabbed a cotton handkerchief from the head of the bed, covered his mouth, and then held back his cough and called, "Jiu'er." ”

A woman dressed as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid hurriedly ran from outside, and the basin of the reunion was crimson from the cold.

"What did the fourth master say?"

"He, he's not in the study. I didn't find it in the house. The maid named Jiu'er couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes. She didn't dare to sue the woman, and the fourth master hid aside in disgust when he saw her. I was afraid that she would stain his blue clothes with the gray haze of the cold pavilion.

"Don't bother me, just leave that ugly bastard to fend for himself. What a bad luck! The corners of the fourth master's mouth twitched, and he threw out a cold sentence.

She didn't dare to sue the woman, so she went to the treasurer of Rongfu to receive the charcoal in the afternoon. The person in charge gave her a blank look, and simply said, the living dead are cold, what more fire coal!

After a while, the cold pavilion was covered with snow. Jiu'er hugged a cold quilt and covered the woman with it. The woman's apricot eyes were sour and tearless, and in the past two years, her tears have dried......

The snow covered the window lattice, and the silver light was glistening. In the dim light, it could be seen that a piece of carmine spread on her forehead, as red as blood, staining half of her cheeks. She stared out the window, then leaned back against the lattice.

"It's snowing again!" She exerted all her strength and spat out. A pair of apricot eyes flashed with a faint light, fixed on the ice on the eaves of the window, as if in deep thought.

Jiu'er hugged her distressedly, looking at the misty snowy night outside the window, hoping that the snow would not stop. She knows that Miss loves snow, and she also knows that snow is not cold and melts snow.

The snow fell silently, and no one noticed, and the light in the cold pavilion flickered, and finally went out. In the dark night, there was a sudden sound of a woman's crying, intermittent......