Chen Mo originally planned to sleep directly with Xiaolu and An Niang tonight, but thinking that during the New Year, they naturally needed to celebrate properly, especially since the Xia sisters had already made their intentions clear. Everyone should be together, none missing.
He parted the bead curtain and walked into the inner room. The candlelight inside hadn't been extinguished. Chen Mo looked at the nearly burnt-out candle on the table and then shifted his gaze to the couch.
In the dim light, he could vaguely see the outlines under the quilt. Although the sisters looked quite similar, Chen Mo could immediately tell who was the elder sister and who was the younger.
Winter was quite cold. Xia Zhiqing lay on her side facing inward, hugging Xia Zhining, who lay on her side facing outward, tightly wrapped in the quilt, with only their two exquisite faces showing.
The embroidered shoes were neatly placed under the bed, with black and white sets folded on the side table.
