Shen Nuo opened his eyes and hardly knew where he was. The air that touched his skin was cold, but his body was warm. The person next to him rested his arm on his waist. His breathing was steady and calm, blowing the long hair by his ear. He moved his body a little, and Shen Nuo buried his chin in the quilt, leaving only his eyes peeking through the thin, pale-blue, muslin screen, looking at the carved, latticed window where the morning sun was just beginning to shine.
It’s early winter, probably snowed, Shen Nuo thought