It rained last night, just for about a quarter of an hour.
The air was cold, so the ground remained damp. Water ran down the eaves, and before it could drip down, it froze into hanging icicles.
Shen Hua slightly propped open the window frame, and the piercing cold wind swept in without restraint.
With a 'bang', the window was shut tightly again.
Ningzhu held the embroidery hoop, but after a few stitches, she looked up to seek guidance from Shen Hua.
Shen Hua glanced over casually and nonchalantly nodded her approval. Ningzhu's confidence soared, and as her needlework became more dense, the resulting embroidery made Shen Hua's nods become more hesitant.
In the end, she couldn't bear to watch it.
Her delicate, unhealthy, pale fingers rested on the chaotic embroidery.
