The Xia estate sprawls, the entire courtyard's evergreen lushness, lively green all year round, is now covered by white.
On a morning right after snow has fallen, the chill hasn't yet arrived. The first ray of sunlight struggles at the horizon, deciding whether to pierce through the clouds to shine onto the ground. Thus, the air, in the sun's hesitation, maintains a dry cold scent. Perhaps before long, this touch of dryness will transform into a biting dampness due to the sun's diligence.
Xia Xue's hand is enveloped by a large, warm hand. She glanced at the man beside her and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Every day like this, in the early morning before the sun breaks through the cloud cover, she is accompanied like this, walking through every path, breathing the freshest scents in this evergreen garden, until the sun breaks through the clouds and they return to the living room to have breakfast with Elder Xia and Xia Yusheng.
