Before Zhao Dahuo and Zhao Anyu went to pick up the guests, Lin Yue took out a new cotton outfit from the inner chamber that Erhu had never worn before. "This is the clothing I made for Erhu, it's never been worn. If you don't mind, cousin, please change into it. It's snowing so hard, and the weather is bitterly cold. You're wearing so little, how will it do if you catch a cold?"
Zhao Dahuo hadn't noticed before, besides, the hall was quite warm with several brazier burning, he even felt a bit hot, so he hadn't thought about it until Lin Yue mentioned it. Only then did he realize how lightly dressed Zhao Anyu was; in such severe winter, he was still wearing autumn clothing, no wonder he was cold. Zhao Dahuo felt somewhat ashamed of his oversight.