The night is deep, the streetlights dim, the streets of the old town seem far quieter than the city center. A night wind blows through the buildings, sounding like an invisible giant beast crouched in the night sky, breathing deeply.
The snow on the roadside hasn't melted yet, shining coldly under the lights. Yu Sheng leads a few family members down the street where his nephew lost his roasted sweet potato during the day. Zheng Zhi just walks beside Yu Sheng, wrapped up in a down jacket like a dumpling, sniffing in the wind.
Yu Sheng is wearing a loose overcoat, and Erin (blonde) is snuggled into his arms, only exposing a small head. Upon hearing the nasal noise, the little puppet whispers while hanging onto the head, "You kind of have a weak constitution, little nephew. Young men just aren't resilient to the cold..."
