The bleak snowscape swallowed the man's frail figure as if he were melting into the snow. A lit cigarette held in his hands, he stood with his back to them, his expression obscured, but his silhouette radiated a touch of sorrow.
"You shouldn't keep things bottled up inside now that you're married. A husband and wife shouldn't hold things in like they used to," Mrs. Lu looked at Meng Xi'er, giving a helpless smile, "Yebai is always reticent. As his mother, sometimes I feel helpless about his temperament. It must be hard for you."
Meng Xi'er shook her head gently, "He's quite fine the way he is."
Mrs. Lu gazed at her face and smiled gently, "If you say so, I feel reassured. I've always been worried that you two..." She hesitated, a touch of embarrassment crossing her face as she lowered her head and sighed softly.
