Although Aunt Yun had heard that it was very cold in Capital City, she did not know until she arrived, and then she realized it was indeed cold here.
The cold wind was piercing.
"Knowing it was cold here, I brought thick clothes," she said.
Not having seen this younger generation for so many years, seeing them change from youthful to now mature and steady, was somewhat emotional.
"If it's too cold, you must tell me, it's really cold, especially when the snow blows, that's truly bone-chilling," she added.
Xiaoxiao was not exaggerating; it was the beginning of spring, and it wasn't snowing like it did before the year.
Without the snow, without the wind, it wasn't that cold.
But once it snows, once the wind blows, then the cold really whips through.
"Okay," Aunt Yun replied.
Aunt Yun paused for a moment when she saw the two of them on the bed, "Does your granddaughter still have to go to work?"
Aunt Yun thought Fang Meiyun was working night shifts.
