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He pushed open the door and stepped outside. A cold wind hit him head-on, making him hunch his neck. The sky was indeed clear, and the sun had already risen above the eaves. Golden light spread across the whole courtyard, making the bluestone slabs gleam brightly. The shadow of the wintersweet tree fell across the ground, fine and dense, much clearer than yesterday, as though someone had traced over it with a brush.

Ning Xiaohe was already up, squatting beneath the corridor. The basin of snow had completely melted, leaving only pale yellow water glittering with tiny flecks of light in the sun. She held a white porcelain bottle and carefully poured the water into it. She poured very slowly, the stream as thin as a thread, without spilling a single drop.

"Finished filling it?" Lu Chi walked over and squatted beside her.

"Mhm." Ning Xiaohe did not look up, focused on watching the last bit of water slide into the bottle's mouth. "We can drink it tonight."

"Is it good?" Lu Chi asked. He had never had tea made with melted snow before. Luo Wen had taken a sip yesterday, and his expression had made it impossible to tell whether he liked it or not. But he had taken two sips, not just one, which meant it was at least not terrible.

"I don't know." Ning Xiaohe firmly stopped the porcelain bottle and placed it in the shade beneath the corridor. "Mr. Luo said snow water needs to sit for a day before drinking, so the earthy taste can settle."

Lu Chi squatted there, watching her set the porcelain bottle down. Its body was white, glowing with a gentle sheen beneath the sunlight, like a small piece of the moon that had fallen under the corridor.

"The noodles yesterday