In the early spring season, the harsh cold of winter gradually began to recede, and the sun's warm currents melted the snow on the mountains, the dripping clear droplets heralding the arrival of spring.
Yueyao watched the willow trees sprout tender buds, and the branches undulated with the warm spring breeze. A brown bird flitted onto the branch of the willow tree, chirping noisily.
Watching Xiang Wei, whom she had finally coaxed outside, Yueyao laughed and said, "Even the birds are out and about. You're still hiding under your quilt. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Xiang Wei gave Yueyao a sidelong glance, "You may not be cold, but I am freezing." Staying out of the house to drink tea and eat pastries during this cold season rather than going out into the cold, she must be mad.
