When Song Fengwan accompanied Old Madam Fu out of the Pear Garden, the sky was already misty, and the clouds in the distance were surging. Sunlight was shining down through the gaps in clouds, pure and holy.
But the gray clouds above were surging, looking like black armor pressing down on the city.
"I'm afraid it's going to snow." Old Madam Fu looked at the sky through the car window. "This snow probably won't be light, and it'll likely last a long time."
The elderly were always a little afraid of the cold. When the weather was cold, their bones were lazy, and they didn't want to move at all.
Song Fengwan scrolled through the weather forecast on her phone. "It's snowing heavily tonight, but I still want to go to the dessert store tomorrow. I've made an appointment to try new cupcakes."
