The Hundred Generations Book, Shiqiao Village.
Early in the morning, Xiao Qing had just opened the door when a gust of cold wind swept past.
The young woman couldn't help but shrink her pale neck into her collar, instinctively pulling her clothes tighter around herself.
It was only the beginning of the eleventh month, yet the morning breeze was already starting to feel bone-chilling.
This year, winter seemed to be arriving much earlier than usual.
Xiao Qing turned to look at her sister, who was lying in bed.
Her sister was still curled up under the covers, fast asleep.
"Sister... time to get up, Sister..."
Xiao Qing walked to the bedside and gently pushed her sister's shoulder.
"Mmm..." Bai Ruxue responded lazily, but her eyes didn't open at all. Instead, she burrowed her head deeper into the blankets.
"Sister, aren't you going to the market? If you don't go soon, all the vegetables will be gone."
Xiao Qing was actually quite puzzled.
