"Morning." Brushing his teeth, Chu Ge poked his head around her doorway. "Why are you at the computer so early?"
Qiu Wuji closed the document in a slight fluster. "I was concerned about the comic. I wanted to finish it sooner."
"No need to rush. We're only doing character designs for now, and there's no client reviewing them. We can draw them however we like, so just go with the flow." Chu Ge kept brushing. "It's the Start of Winter today. I think we should consider how to celebrate."
"The Start of Winter?" Qiu Wuji froze for a moment.
This world's climate was warm. Winter had arrived, but she really hadn't felt much difference.
She hadn't felt any hint of late autumn these past few days, either. It always seemed as though the Mid-Autumn Festival hadn't been that long ago.
The season that belonged to Qiu Wuji had slipped away so quietly that she hadn't even noticed.
Qiu Wuji scratched her head.
Chu Ge kept brushing.
They stared at each other for a while before Qiu Wuji bared her teeth. "Will you stop brushing? It's all your fault. We actually spent the last of autumn fighting people. There went all the atmosphere."
Chu Ge laughed. "I think we spent the last of it reflecting on history by the Huangpu River."
That thought made Qiu Wuji feel considerably better. Gazing into the distance beside the river, watching the wild geese return-the atmosphere had been quite nice. It was just a shame they hadn't said something more literary to commemorate it. Oh, really, it wasn't a big deal. Autumn in the World Within the Book had slipped away long ago. Snow had been falling for ages, and she hadn't felt anything about that. Why was she so disgruntled now that she was