Ning An walked over to open the door.
She saw Weiran standing at the door, saying, "The host has invited us downstairs to join them by the fire to make tea."
This time, they were staying at a bed and breakfast run by a warm and kind elderly couple.
"Wait for me a moment."
Ning An had grabbed a jacket and was about to head out when Weiran stopped her. He wrapped a scarf around her neck, helped her into gloves, and then took her hand, leading her downstairs.
The yard was illuminated, and unbeknownst to them, snowflakes had begun to drift from the sky. Ning An and Weiran sat by the window, watching as tea brewed on the stove in front of them and various types of dried fruits and snacks roasted beside it, offering a novel experience.
The owner was a very enthusiastic local, and quite talkative, engaging Weiran in a lengthy conversation. The old lady said little, staying by the fireplace to keep warm.
Ning An discovered that they were actually speaking in German.
