In October, the first snow fell at Cangxue Pass.
As night fell, Geng Wuxiu, wearing a thick cloak and warming his hands in a hand warmer, paced back and forth in the snowfield at the entrance of the barracks.
He occasionally looked towards the camp gate.
Worried, Changsui approached and said, "Master, the wind outside is strong, you should go inside the tent and warm yourself by the fire."
Cangxue Pass was so cold that you could see your breath as you spoke, and the wind stung your face.
Geng Wuxiu sighed, "I won't go in, I'm waiting for my big brother."
Changsui quickly reassured him, "The Eldest Young Master will be fine."
Geng Wuxiu blamed himself, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have craved lamb buns."
His older brother took three years to come home after descending the mountain, spent three months wandering in the forest before finding a way out, and now went missing halfway through the journey again, not knowing when they would reunite.
