When I woke up, a thin mist shrouded the entire courtyard, a vast expanse of white, as if I were in a fairyland.
Danxin lifted the curtain and came in, rubbing her hands by the fire. Just then, Yuzhu finished serving Qin Qing her medicine, put away the medicine bowl, and was about to leave when she saw that Qin Qing's face was red from the cold. She smiled and asked, "Is it windy outside?"
"The wind is so strong, it feels like being pricked with needles, it hurts my face," Danxin said.
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