Before they knew it, it was November, and the temperature had plummeted, especially in the mountains which were even colder.
The boilers in their factory started burning, and every household was supplied with heating.
Lu Jingqiu was still warm last night under the new blanket.
She glanced at the time in the morning, just past six, and hazily looked at Jiang Nanzhou beside her, finding him lying on his side, propping his head with one hand, gazing at her with tender affection.
Lu Jingqiu squeezed into his arms and whispered, "Husband, don't bother me this early, I still have to go to work."
Jiang Nanzhou stroked her hair and said, "Qiuqiu, I had a dream."
"Hmm, what dream?" Lu Jingqiu didn't open her eyes, listening to him sleepily.
"In the dream, we were old, around forty or fifty, and we didn't have Xiao Cheng."
"What kind of dream did you have, dreaming all the way to our old age?"