Snow always seems to come when it's time for farewells.
Zhang Ze pushed open the window, and the raging snowstorm outside blew into the room, dispersing the old man's smell that filled it.
The candle flickered, casting a long shadow of Li Guanqi.
"Open it wider," Li's feeble voice sounded behind Zhang Ze.
"It's cold, I can't open it any more," Zhang Ze was a bit troubled.
"I told you to open it, so open it... whew, cough cough, I'm tired of the stuffiness in this room."
Li tried to muster his strength, hoping his voice carried a hint of his former authority, but all he got was a wheezy cough.
"I really can't open it more!" Zhang Ze turned around, pressing down his master's attempt to rise.
"Even though there are only a few two-hour periods left, I'm still your master right now. Go on, open it wider, and also... bring the chive flower."
"If we open the window wider and they smell the food, what should we do then? You're just going to run off, leaving me here to get scolded."
