This night, Wei Yuan was in a dazed slumber, waking and sleeping intermittently.
Suddenly, the door opened again, and the woman returned.
She carried a few sticks of firewood, and in her pocket were two potato-like items; both her hands and face were so cold they had turned bluish. Upon entering the house, she first warmed herself by the fire, shaking for a long time before it stopped.
After burying the two sticks of firewood in the coal, she went to bed, crawling into the straw and fur, squeezing next to Wei Yuan.
Despite the added fire, the room had grown colder, presumably because night had fallen. On this bitterly cold winter night, two people needed to squeeze together tightly to gain a bit more warmth.
Wei Yuan inexplicably felt a bit more at ease and deeply fell asleep.
It did not seem long before the woman got out of bed, fetched a bucket of water, dissolved the dirt, and added chopped straw to it, then used it to seal the cracks in the walls.