She actually already knew who had returned, putting down what she was holding, she found a jacket to wear and stepped out of the house, only to discover the snow was falling heavily and the ground had already accumulated a fair bit of snow. She rubbed her hands; going to school tomorrow would really be quite painful. With such heavy snow, she could only walk, though she always did walk. But those who lived further away and cycled would find it pitiful having to trudge through the snow.
"Brother Jian, you're back?" She shouted towards the courtyard, and as expected, the lights in Jian Zhiqing's house were on.
"Yes, just arrived," Jian Zhiqing came out from his house with some water droplets in his hair, probably from the melting snow. He had changed into a warm set of clothes; at this time, everyone wore cotton-padded clothes, they just looked a bit old-fashioned.