Bai Juyi and Mei Xiang left this land about thirty-five years ago when Bai Juyi's eldest sister fell ill. The couple initially planned to leave for only one month and fifteen days, but their departure turned into thirty-five years.
Mao Dazhu walked in front, the driver followed last, and in the middle walked Xiao Xian, Zhuo Feng, and Feng Xing.
The snow brought not only the beautiful snowscapes of the North Country but also the severe cold that froze one's toes after just a few steps; Zhuo Feng felt her toes numb after walking a few steps.
Looking at Xiao Xian, she still walked with ease, and the snow did not collapse under her feet; she seemed to glide as if floating.
"Youth is indeed wonderful," sighed Zhuo Feng, recalling her own days of being light as a feather, unlike now, when wearing slightly less clothing would result in endless nagging from her husband.
"Wife, what's wrong? Cold? Get into my coat," Feng Xing hurriedly approached.