Snow fell in flakes like goose down, while the stove radiated warmth inside the room.
Li Ping'an was wrapped in a quilt, holding a cup of hot tea.
He warmed himself by the stove as he admired the snowflakes drifting past the window.
"Sir!"
A voice came from outside.
Li Ping'an rose lazily.
Hearing that strong, resonant voice, he immediately guessed who it was.
Liu Yong had come.
Several guards carried a chest inside, evidently a gift for Li Ping'an.
"Is that you, Liu Yong? Come in," Li Ping'an said.
Liu Yong followed his voice into the room, and a wave of warmth washed over him.
Seeing from a distance that face which the years had never changed, Liu Yong froze for a moment.
He cupped his fist and bowed.
"It has been years, sir. Have you been well?"
"Have you been well, General Liu?" Li Ping'an smiled.
Liu Yong glanced at him. "It seems I've interrupted your beauty sleep."
"There's no need for formalities between us."
"When I heard you had returned, sir, I specially had some gifts selected."
"Then I'll gladly accept them."
Li Ping'an took out a teacup and poured Liu Yong some tea.
"Cold outside, isn't it?"
After dismissing his guards, Liu Yong took off his shoes and climbed onto the heated brick bed.
"It's not too bad this year. Not that cold-much warmer than previous years."
The two chatted about everyday matters, just like ordinary commoners.
Li Ping'an raised his teacup. "I've heard your official career has flourished these past years, General. You're a pillar of the nation.
"Let me toast you with tea in place of wine."
"Please don't make fun of me, sir. Without your help all those years ago, how could I, Liu Yong, have enjoyed the fortunes I have today?
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