Xu Qingqing left the Song Family when it was already late afternoon. Xu Xiuxiu, feeling out the mood, turned her head and began to adjust the sleeping positions of the boy and girl twins next to her, her mind simultaneously shrouded in gloom as she thought about Xu Jingjing's situation. The joy of having given birth had also significantly diminished with the troubles revealed by Xu Qingqing.
As evening approached, the fierce wind picked up again outside. This year's winter seemed colder than past years; the snow that had fallen the night Xu Xiuxiu gave birth had yet to melt. Each household had cleared small paths near their front doors to facilitate walking, but looking at the overcast sky above, Xu Xiuxiu knew that tonight might bring another heavy snowfall.
