January had already brought winter.
The sky was a bit gloomy, with no sign of the sun, and everyone on the street was bundled up in winter attire. Qin Guanglin put on his hat again, stuffed his hands into his sleeves, and hurried along, busy with preparations for his daughter's first birthday celebration.
Originally, they hadn't done anything for her full moon celebration, just the couple and Qin's Mom huddling at home, unable to host anything, so they had been waiting for the first birthday to make it up to little Anya.
Qin's Mom had originally wanted to set up banquet tables in the old street, so that neighbours and friends could join in the festivities, but after some thought, Qin Guanglin didn't agree and instead booked a medium-sized hotel.
