The bleak wind was damp and cold, soaking through her clothes. The twelfth month in the Wu Region was actually colder than the Northern Lands.
It was fine when there was no wind, but once the wet, chilly wind began to blow, it easily pierced cotton-padded clothes and brought a biting chill. These past few days, Bai Yujun had grown drowsy from the cold wind. She could not be bothered to circulate the Chunyang Art to drive off the chill. A muddled head made it easier to muddle through the days anyway. When bored, she lay beneath the blankets and ate snacks, feeling as though her happy little life was beckoning to her.
New Year's Eve was almost here. Bai Yujun wanted to go into the city to buy some Red Paper for writing couplets. A Thatched Hut was still a house.
It would be even better if she could buy rice wine and pastries.
Fish Belly White spread across the horizon. Carrying a basket, she left early, covering her head with coarse cloth to hide her dragon horns. She pushed open the little courtyard's wicker gate and headed down the mountain. When passing the muddy ground by the river, she deliberately glanced over, but did not see the two sisters.
It was still early. If she wanted fresh pastries, she had to enter the city early.
Half-asleep and muddleheaded, she made her way along the road.
When she reached the city gate, she saw many people waiting for it to open. It was probably almost time. She took out a folding bamboo stool, found an empty spot by the roadside, and sat down staring blankly at the gate. She was a little hungry and wanted to eat some local specialties at a restaurant in the city. She had deliberately